home is where the sleep is

Now she was getting his attention. A hint of a smile fluttered across her muzzle, but she buried it when she heard him move. He leaned closer to her, higher so that she could glance up and see the red of his eyes with ease. “You'd know if you didn't stop finding reasons to run off, like getting yourself on the wrong side of the blight.” She wasn't letting him off the hook easily for vanishing on her again. Even if the first time had been out of his control. He'd almost died. What about this time? With the weird sun and the rumors floating around. Had his life been in danger again? The idiot.


“He's on a… crusade, to turn me into a proper member of the pack.” She said a little reluctantly. “You don't believe that crap they try to peddle here, do you? That any slave can work their way to freedom? Slaves are slaves, that's life.” She held his eyes, looking for… actually, she had no idea what.