Doing the work

Vesper was finally started to get some proper mobility back in her life, and was moving on in her new life in the Armada. Her master first and foremost was Oleander, and while he wasn’t a terribly scary wolf, the Warlord Basilisk had come along and impressed the importance of behaviour and remaining within the pack lands to her. She’d never met a wolf so large or pointy in her life.

She had an arm load of freshly tanned bedding for the newly made infirmary and was trotting through the Col with the materials thrown over her shoulder. Her back still ached from the lashes and bear lacerations, so her going was slow and steady.


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