It all came crashing down

“Doing your--!” He gaped at her, and extended his claws in his frustration. They clicked against the stone floor beneath him as he paced a short walk across the room. Back and forth. “How is your job climbing the shelves! How did you even get up that high? Do you know how much work my Grandfather put into building them?” He spluttered at her. Pace, pace, pace. 


“The entire storage is a mess, I haven't had a chance to take stock of how much is damaged. Instead I'm here. Babysitting you.” He didn't usually speak so much, but the young Warlord who contained so much of himself couldn't help it. It was all spilling out now. “Betrayal from my family on one side, and a suicidal slave on the other!” He raised a paw and pointed a sharp claw at her. “I didn't drag you all this way so you could get yourself killed. I'm working you up to something. You're going to be someone important to this pack someday.” Dammit, did he say that outloud? He growled at her, as if his confession was her fault. He hadn't really been giving her a chance to get a word in edgewise. “Well?” He demanded “what do you have to say for yourself?”