The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

Soon, the scent of a proper stew filled the cavern. His Demelza was practically shaking from hunger and fatigue. Despite the long hours she had spent doing nothing but sleeping. She was the embodiment of weakness, the proof that wolves like her should be enslaved. They had no strength to stand on their own. They existed only to be dominated. The weakness he had displayed to her still frustrated him, and he waited impatiently as she added the rabbits and stirred.

His tail lashed slowly behind him, an indication that he was not impressed. It seemed they were both waiting for this stew to be finished, and he wondered if her pitiful strength would give out before she completed it.


"Speech"