hurry up now

After the pack doctor had looked her over, Flare carted his new slave back to his den. He hadn’t spent a great deal of time at home lately. He’d been chasing around the rogue lands in search of prey. As a result, the den was cold, and a little musky. His coats needed a good airing out. At least he had a few spares stacked in the corner now. One good thing about all the hunting he had done - even after giving the majority to the pack, there had still been plenty left over.

He moved into the space, and slumped down on one of the soft sheep coats. “Food, and give this place a clean up.” was his very nice request to the lady. Who had just finished benign poked and prodded over by the healer, and before that dragged across two territory. Before that, had been terrorised by yours truly…


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