One man's trash

She spoke up at his prompting, supplying the answers as simply as she could. He had a suspicion She didn’t like to supply any information she didn't have to. He tilted his head, curious as he listened to her. So each master had left their mark upon her, had they? He glanced at her scarred leg again. The one that had done that had been messy, not surgical. But the nose… that was interesting. “And your third tried to snap your little neck.” He said conversatinaly. “So, Your nose blind?” He asked to confirm his guess. “You're in your heat cycle now, have any taken advantage of that?” He hadn't missed the scent. Alluring to any male with a nose.


He turned then, hearing the sound of Oleander approaching. He nodded his head to the white wolf as he reached them. “Ollie. I found this one hanging from a tree by her neck. Check her over for any injuries that need tending.”