home is where the sleep is

She scowled at the half asleep wolf before her, and his half-assed, tired greeting. This was a weird feeling, as a slave she would normally never have the audacity to bother another wolf. Wilder was… her friend? Maybe? Perhaps the only one she would ever get. Some might take that as a need to be cautious in case they pushed them away, but not Vesper.


“I get it, no need to tell Vesper that you're going away for weeks. She's just a slave, what does it matter if she wakes up and finds you gone?” She turned her back on him and leaned backwards, leaning her head on the edge of his bed, and looked up at the rocky ceiling. She sighed, loudly. “The rest of the wolves here are boring. I mean, I guess Oleander is okay, sometimes, when he's not being weird.”