Doing the work

As she stepped slowly through the Col, Vesper startled at an unexpected voice. Outside of the Warlord himself, her master Oleander, and Wilder, she was yet to interact with any other wolves in the Armada. She hadn’t had the opportunity, having been bed bound for most of her time here.

She struggled for a moment as her load started to slip off her back, and despite the other wolf swooping in to grab half the bedding, she was sweating with pain by the time she had readjusted the supplies. “My Lady! You don’t have to take those” She said, hoping Basilisk didn’t wander by and see this. She was assuming of course that this wolf wasn’t also a slave, but perhaps she was wrong.


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