hurry up now

Finally She seemed to understand. She didn’t say a word, but for the surprised yip, and then she was doing as she was told. She grabbed the meat from storage, and set about making a fire while he watched from his soft sheepskin. He had kept a small variety from each animal he had killed, so there was a decent supply in his den for the moment. He rested his head on his paws, watching her work.

She looked a little pale, and was shaking a little as she worked. But she didn’t complain of the pain despite working with a dislocated shoulder. The silence and compliance was satisfying, and he decided to reward it.

Especially when she stumbled. He wasn’t counting it as a failure on her part, not this time. He wanted her to be in working order, even as she understood compliance. He clicked a few claws together. “Come.” He ordered, and waited until she had done so. When she was in range, he got to his paws, he pulled her into his grasp, resting her dislocated shoulder on his. Mm, she smelled good despite not being in season. Good, despite the layer of dust and misuse in her coat. He steadied her in his grasp, and wrenched her shoulder in one sudden motion. Popping it back into place. He leaned into her shuddering body, and breathed in against the crook of her neck. Mmm. He shoved her lightly away. “Stew. Bowls for both of us.” He ordered.


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