Shifting through shards

He stared at her impassively. She was not pack, not in the truest sense of the word. She was not family, nor part of the very small inner circle he called his own. He did feel as if he should feel… more, watching her cower. He didn’t crave her tears, but nor did he regret them. The absence of any true emotion instead left him feeling hollow. This was the first time he had truly flexed his will, free from the constraints of a greater power. He desired a slave to aid his creation of the pack, and it was her bad luck to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He took the goggles she had frantically thrust in his direction, and stood back as she consoled herself. He gave her some moments, and then stepped forward again. “Enough. Calm yourself, little slave.” He told her, standing just outside her personal space. He made a motion towards the sky and received the call of a falcon in return. A few moments later a little reindeer trotted into view, and he hooked the goggles around his antlers. “You’ll get them back, once you’ve earned them. Collect your belongings, and follow me.” he ordered. Would she be more quick to obey him now?

"Basilisk Fatalis"