Mischief maker

This was the most she had seen of the pack lands so far. It was nice to get away from the same four walls,even if her healing also meant she would finally find out what use they had for her here. She did perk up just a tad at the mention of baths. What did that entail, in a cave? Actually, come to think of it, she probably didn't want to know. She could guess who would be charged with hauling water to a bathing area.


She followed him into the cave all the same, watching silently in the background as he called out a wolf. A name she had heard a few times, an idea he had paraded in front of her. A slave to pack wolf. What sort of wolf would inspire such a story? She had met this wolf of course, she had held a few lessons that she had been ordered to attend.


She still didn't believe her origin story. When Ignita appeared and greeted her, she immediately found her cheerful nature to be grating. Too bright, too happy. She struck Vesper as a silly thing. No, there was no way she had been a slave. Too upbeat. “What would you like to call me, Mistress?” She asked, voice dry.