Settling in

Hmm. The slavers had already done the hard word of beating discipline into her. She kept her head low, and spoke only when spoken to. Ignita could learn a thing or two from her. She headed to her bag of supplies, head down. He couldn’t see what she was thinking, but her answer was simple enough. He’d been curious what she would say, what she thought of her own abilities. Wylan was a child, and an idiot child at that, but he was also the only healer Basilisk trusted at the moment.

Regardless of what his new slave thought, it would be beneficial to get Wylan’s take on her abilities. “Hmm.” He said shortly, considering her for a moment. “Regardless, my healer will be by to assess when I can put you to work. Don’t try to leave this den today. Tomorrow, do not leave the Col. After that, your boundary will be the pack itself. Am I understood?” He said, pushing gently at the slave with his words. Looking to see where or how she might push back.


"Speech"