Feel my wrath!

Citadel was still studying her like she was particularly interesting and strange to him. In many ways, she was. He vaguely knew a little about slaves, but had never had one before. One that was placed in his family den, for that matter. “Do you have to lie to me?” He asked, still trying to puzzle it all together. He’d much rather know her truths than make stuff up. But this making stuff up might have some merit for his own use.

She finally turned the shoulder to him, and he rested a paw against her leg so he could stand up and look at the shoulder. The skin beneath her fur definitely looked agitated. “I can get a paste to help with the bruising and swelling.” He told her. He knew where Ollie kept it, too. “Come on”