Aftermath

He looked over to her as his maw was still stained with the blood of his kill. The foul smell of death wafted into the air, but he was used to the stench. "If you have anywhere in mind that you wish to go, I have no problems with it." He spoke and gave a small yawn, stretching the stiffness that hung throughout his joints. His ears were erect as he listened for anything, but only caught the sound of songbirds out in the distance.

He stayed focused and calm like he had done for a little while now. He was happy to be with Yin, even though she thought that he was like a slave or a servant to her. The men in his old pack acted like slaves to their friends and mates, for perhaps they were pregnant, injured, or had pups to take care for. He would do that for Yin for it brought back memories of his childhood.