my heart runs on gasoline vapors

Hmm… Basilisk considered that idea, and then nodded his head, giving her his approval “We’ve a smithy you can use, as well.” He informed her, though she had likely seen it on their walk to the stores. “You’ll have to scavenge for your own supplies, and you can make it in your down time.” He wasn’t going to make it easy for her.

He gave her a moment to read over the rules and come to terms with them before he spoke again. “As a slave, you're required to do what any wolf asks of you. If you get clashing jobs, you learn to juggle or which wolf you can disappoint. You have full rights to your body. If a wolf tries to take advantage, you call for help. A high ranking wolf will appear, and the transgresser will likely become a slave themselves." He told her, already turning from the Obelisk. “Let’s get you settled in and introduce you to Spider.” Hopefully he hadn’t forgotten anything. He had no doubt one of his Grandfathers companions was keeping an eye on him.


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