ooc: sorry to interupt just want him in here to help heal later
Shilah bit his tongue to stop himself from making a dry, sarcastic comment to D?gmar about his, as she called them, 'salad supplies'. These salad supplies might save her life some day and he'd prefer to be treated with more respect. But that said he was a slave. Shilah snarled in frustration when his mistress was out of earshot. One of these days someone was going to end up poisoned, of course if he did poison anyone in the pack they'd most assuredly link it back to him and the male was not ready to die just yet. Besides, he was at his core a kind wolf. He did not care to go out of his way to cause harm to others. He was certain the mottled woman and her alpha could be reasoned with he just needed to find a way to word his argument for maximum effect.
Shilah began gathering herbs for the battle ahead, brain focusing heavily on what he was doing to try and ease the uncomfortable feeling in his gut. He was terrified but also hopeful. If Katja won the battle his situation would remain the same, if she lost there were two potential outcomes. He could be set free or he could be enslaved by the next owner who might possibly be more brutal. For the most part he was left to his devices under D?gmar's watch and while she occasionally made rather disturbing lewd or violent jokes she had not harmed him since his capture.
Shilah arrived at the gathering just as the two femme's faced off against each other. His brillant sapphire eyes focused on their bodies ready to analyze any damage done to either of them and ready his herbs to help. He would prefer to help both women even though he knew he would likely be punished by whomever became the victor.
"Speech"
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