Lazy bones

Her reluctance told him that she was far from broken. There was a good foundation there, she just needed a little more work. “Your versatile, Little Slave” He said casually, leaning back on his haunches as he watched her. Waiting to see if she would need a little more reminding, or if a verbal push would be enough.

He was surprised to realise just how much he enjoyed spending time with the strange little wolf. Her mind worked a little differently than what he was accustomed to. Sometimes it went in odd directions, and she amused him more than he would let on. “Prove yourself to me, catch some mountain goats, and we can talk about finding you a better den. Some space of your own.” He said coaxingly.


"Basilisk"