Food for the wolves

Flare trotted out of the woods, and through the wall. Leading his new wolf to the Syndicate, where her life would only grow so much more difficult. her brief flash of freedom was long gone, and seemed docile enough now. Following along behind him, with his fox taking watch behind her.

He made his way first to the healer's den, knowing there were things that needed to be done to her before she could be properly usable. She was the first slave to bring to the man, and he was curious what contraptions he had designed. He had heard a few tidbits by now.

He approached the den and knocked to announce his presence, pushing his new slave to sit beside him. “Do you have a name?” If he didn't like it, he'd simply give her another.