It all came crashing down

He growled at her, but put his paw back on the ground, shuffling them as if he wanted to keep moving but was forcing himself to stand still. “Never mind that.” He told her, brushing past it as if it had never exited his mouth. Maybe her concussion would make her forget it. She was a slave, and he didn’t want to give her illusions of grandeur. She had to work to earn anything, and he would ensure she did.

“Colder? Why? Those stores have worked well for years.” He told her, but innovation was a part of what he wanted from her, so well it was a snapped one the question was genuine. “And why did you fall?” he continued to grill her. Had a shelf broken under her, or had she chosen a foolish method of climbing up there?

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