Let's Get To Know Each Other

Nero's answer brought a soft little titter from the small fae. Fantastical creatures... "Well, I like to think that I'm different from most wolves. Creative, nice to look at, not boring." She jokingly tooted her own horn. It would have been funny to her if she knew he thought of himself as a slave. She didn't think of him that way. Nero was simply another member of the pack. She'd given him equal rank with the basic wolves rather than subjecting him to servitude. She wasn't all bad.

The arctic brute thanked her then and Scylla lifted one slender shoulder in a light shrug. "We're helping one another out, but you're welcome." She wanted his size and his fighting prowess and his genes. He had wanted to live. Fair trade, she thought.

The day was hot, so Scylla sprawled out on her belly on the cool ground beneath one of the mangroves. The canopy had prevented the sun from baking the dirt, and thus it was significantly cooler in that area. "So what did you leave behind in your old life? Family? A wife? Children?"

"Scylla & Nero"