No more apologies

Despite his words, she hid her clock in the hollow of a tree. Hopefully no patroller would think it lost and helpfully move it, or Isa might become even more concerned over her meagre belongings. Or was that the issue? She had so little, she hated to lose even one? That thought gave him pause, and he found himself mulling it over for a moment. Perhaps that was something he needed to change. Just because she was a slave, didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed a sense of belonging, or having things of her own.

He snorted as she spoke, playfully batting at her paw as he walked beside her. “It’s impossible to know everything, and I would never assume otherwise.” He told her. At her mention of the Battlefield, he looked to their right, where the open expanse lay. “It’s a place where challenges happen. Spars, lessons, or finishing grudges. It’s also a place where a wolf might disease anyone traversing it is there to be preyed upon.” He warned her. He didn’t often see it used nefariously but… he had done so himself in the past.


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