Feel my wrath!

He huffed, accustomed to others patronising him. It might not have been in her voice, but it was in her words. He just wanted to understand. Why did others seem so frustrated with him all the time? His other questions yielded better results, and she gave her name and a short collection of events. She was a slave brought to serve him? For a moment, he was dumbfounded at the possibility.

This required… a little testing. How far could she be pushed? Was there a limit to what she would do? He realised he was tapping a couple bear claws on the stone, and stilled his paw. “Pick up that blanket and… put it over your head!” He ordered her, voice bright and curious.