We all make mistakes

He pulled the now bloody rag from his nose and twitched his muzzle a few times. It hurt, and it would be smarting for a few days. There was no getting around that. There was no getting around hiding this from Ignita, either. What would she say to the mess the Reindeer had left him in? He winced a few times as she pulled the needle through his flesh, but otherwise said nothing more while she worked.

It wasn’t until she got up to deal with the dirty water that he asked, somewhat mildly. “What were you doing up?” in the confusion of mixing her up, he’d almost forgotten to ask. But it was rather odd to have the slave sneaking around through the den when his family was asleep and he was out.


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