for now it's time to run, it's time to run!

He could feel her trembling beneath him, and it was waking a heat inside of him. It would be so easy. He would just needd to move her a little, and take what he wanted. He let out a soft, frustrated groan. No, slaves were not allowed to bear children and he would not risk his promotion over a little desire. He needed to get her to the packs healer who would chemically castrate her.


The sound of her sobbing eventually became a nuisance, and he smacked an open paw against her cheek. “Enough snivilling. Control yourself, woman.” He ordered her, getting off from her as he said it. “Come. We have things to do.” He said, turning from her. His fox stayed behind her, waiting and watching to ensure she obeyed.