hurry up now

Flare settled down on his bed and watched his slave as she worked. She winced occasionally, but made no noise. None of that annoying weeping she had done the first few times. It was good that she knew how to tend to herself, and could for the most part keep her body in working order. He’d done well with her, his training was taking root. He just had to be a little more careful with her face. Perhaps he could concentrate more on the toes next time. So long as it didn’t give her an ugly limp.

When it was clear she was going to deal with the broken toe, he got up from his bed with a sigh and trotted towards her. He gripped her muzzle in his paw, holding her still as he examined her recently cleaned wounds. He didn’t know enough about healing to guess if they’d scar. Perhaps. He couldn’t bring himself to regret them, they'd been necessary. “You're dealing with the toe next? Show me how to set it.” He ordered her.


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