wilting flowers

There weren't many things that Pixel knew, but she wholeheartedly believed that this young man was sent to collect her and become her new keeper. Perhaps her last had sold her off, or maybe something bad had fallen upon him, but it didn't matter now. This large, fanged man was to be in charge of her and he took no time in convincing her of that. Her nub wagged against the longer, though tangled, fur of her rear as he mentioned food and what she could only assume was the pack he smelled of.

"Yes, Sir," she said with a polite nod in response to his itinerary as she stood. Her legs were shaky from being curled up so long and from being weak in general, but she could manage. She always had in the past, at least. "My name is Pixelate, but you can call me whatever you want," she said with a polite smile, her nub still wagging a bit but slowing considerably.

"Speech"