Lazy bones

There was a lot for the young Warlord to consider. It would take some time for the dynamics of the pack to properly fall into place. There was also the approach of winter to consider, and getting on top of their supplies before then. Food, cold weather gear such as bedding, and so on. He had a few more jobs for his poor new slave to do, so he decided to go and search for her.

He didn’t have to go far, before he realised her scent was extremely localised around the supply den. He entered through the main door, and poked his nose into the side room. He found her fast asleep under some shelving. Curled up on her fox pelts, a little snore occasionally whistling from her nose. He stood there awkwardly for a few moments, before clearing his throat. When that didn’t work, he repeated the action, but louder.


"Basilisk"