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*Katja the First* · (This post was last modified: 06-22-2014, 05:37 PM by Katja the First.)

As the young wolf moved Katja's eyes flickered, catching with the realization that the wolf was a eunuch, but otherwise unphased by it. Eunuchs she had seen, and worse, in her travels. Slaves were often castrated, the shame of being unmanned often keeping them more docile. She had seen much, in her travels. It was difficult though, to think what she could possibly get out of helping such a wolf as this. Perhaps upon helping him find his friend she would simply take them both into thralldom as he rightly should be, and sell him and his friend to someone who had something better to offer.

She had to concentrate on his words, finding that the long sentence made it far more difficult to follow his meandering syntax than shorter sentences. She muttered beneath her breath in German, suppressing irritation. "When last did you see your friend? How long?" she asked him as patiently as she could manage. "Remember, do you, where you were? Try to think."

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Katja the First