you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

She could feel him moving around the bandages on her back, through it only stung a little despite the beating she’d given her back today. She had to admit it, the salve he’d rubbed on earlier had helped. Perhaps she shouldn’t be such an ass to Wilder, but he was an easy target, and those were hard to come by.

Just another wolf. That was an odd idea to her, and she supposed she bounced back and forth to treating Wilder as if he was an equal rank, to that of a higher one worthy of insulting. She wasn’t exactly sure where to put him in her mental ranking either. She settled back down on the blankets, and slipped the alcohol out from under her pillow. “Want to try this together? My masters always seemed to be the drink, there must be something to it?” She suggested, changing the subject.


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