Please Sir, Can I Have Some More?

*Celeste* · 12-05-2022, 09:20 AM

The Mistress eyed the pup carefully. While he appeared to be physically okay, she wasn't sure how mentally okay he was. Even the uncertainty that lingered in the boy's words caused her to be slightly concerned. Not that she would ever be a good mother, but the idea had crossed her mind a time or two. Her eyes would flick about momentarily as she mulled over his response. Was this a trap, perhaps? Or was he truly lost?

His question about why her pack lived within the desert brought a smile to her lips and pulled her back to look him over. Scrawny, small, and definitely in need of some sustenance, Celeste nodded. "Yes, let us go have a drink," she began the descent down the dunes toward the oasis where its surface shimmered in the moon's light. Once she stood beside the water's edge with the pup, she took a seat beside him. "I chose to bring my pack out to the desert for seclusion, safety, and something different," her shoulders shrug nonchalantly. She doesn't expect a pup to understand the nuances of politics.

"Do you have a name? You can call me Celeste," she pauses as she turns her aquamarine eyes to the entryway of the warrens. Celeste had prided herself in believing she would take any wanderer in whenever they needed it, no matter how temporary. But did she really want to mess with this pup's mother? Her brow furrows, wondering still if maybe the pup's mother was even still alive... Letting out a sigh, she looks back to the shadow-coated pup. "You're welcome to stay as long as you need. I can offer you protection, food, and somewhere cool to stay until we figure it out, cool?" The Mistress sounds concerned more so now as she hopes the rest of the pup's family is at least alive.

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