Your new life

The massive form of a wolf answered the call Mortis sent out. If it had not been for Mort’s protective wing around her, she would have slunk beneath him to cower. A slight shake rattled her body as the two titans conversated. It was easy to tell that they were related. Despite the obvious that they appeared similar, they were at ease in each other’s company.

Try as she might to be somewhat confident in this man’s presence, she continued to shrink beneath his gaze. She knew they were talking about her, but it was hard for her to concentrate. We’re all wolves here this large? From her stature, she wasn’t all too small herself, but even so, there was almost a foot difference between them.

Lost in thought as she blatantly stared at them, she jumped slightly when the Warlord directed the question to her. He asked if Mortis had explained where she would be put if she had no skills. If she had been able to speak, she would have said yes, that she would be a slave. Not that she really understood what being a slave meant. She nodded anyway that yes she did understand where it would put her.