It had been far to long since she last spent any time with her little ivory toy. She had been promoted, no longer a slave, but still of no true value. She would follow her scent until she found the pale girl, speaking in a tongue she didn't understand. Silver legs would bring her to stand before the woman, peering down at her with the faintest of curiosity. "You have to do anything with your new found freedom." Her voice was dry as a brow lifted. She was certain that the girl would run wild, finally able to leave pack lands and explore. But instead she had stayed fairly close to home. Thought she wasnt surprised. There were few within Arcanum that freely came and went, most choosing to linger within the borders, away from the judgmental gaze of society. For now at least. Soon, she would give them no choice when she drove them from the borders and into battle. But before that happened, she needed to ensure that each and everyone of them was battle ready, ready to throw down their life if necessary, to claim victory. Her immediate concern stood before her. Was she ready?