hurry up now

She shook her fur quietly in portions, trying not to spray him in the face with a wave of fine spray. She looked up at him casually to confirm she had heard his part of the conversation but it hadn’t quite registered what he meant. As her gaze settled on the stream again she realized what he meant and froze, her brow knitting together as she put the pieces together.

She could suddenly feel his hardened lead filled eyes through his broken reflection on the water.

He… had been a slave… now he was the master. She had been forced into servitude at around 10 months old, then sold properly close to her second birthday. But if she was honest, she had practically been forced to serve since birth. To pay her father and older brothers back for killing her mother with her birth. She had been the only survivor of her litter.

She narrowed her eyes at his reflection. He had endured what he was putting her through, no doubt. He had spent his time as a slave and now he had it in his head to play master. What leg did he have to stand on?

A strong one… a cruel one.
She pinned her ears briefly in the growing silence and turned her face away. She shook her pelt hard to rid it of as much water as she could all at once then started for the bank to let her fur dry. Was this showing him she hadn’t heard it or was it a subtle acknowledgment?

"Speech"