my heart runs on gasoline vapors

She seemed far from worried, for a wolf newly taken as a slave. He had put teeth to her, dragging her across the scent markers. Despite that, she bounced back immediately, ready for the new challenge. Perhaps this Diplomat would remain, would be reliable. Only time would tell.

He considered her question for a moment, and then gestured with a sharp motion of his head. “Come with me, it’ll do you good to see the bounds of your new home.” He decided. He started to move then, stepping through the falling snow. He knew his territory like the back of his paw, and had no fear of losing his way. “This is the edge of the Col. to get further in, you have to enter it through the woods, or through the caves behind me. If you turn West from here, you’ll enter the Cove. These three territories belong to the Armada.” He explained, leading her East, towards the woods.

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