Potential Minion

Kat would revel in the feel of her teeth conecting with the flesh on the wolf's face. This was it, he now belonged to her. Sadly for her the pleasure would soon be sucked out of her purtchase as the mutt would go slack and to keep from wounding him further she would have to drop him. The moment he hit the ground, the leopardess would circle him to see just how much damage she had done.

Silently she would take note of each wound and guess at how long they would take to heal and how bad they were. Counting up only three different spots of wounding, the cat would wonder if a healer would be helpful and then decided againced it. Let the damnd mutt hurt for a while, maybe it would make him think twice before defining her. He belonged to her now and she wanted him to obey her every command.

When she finally decided she wouldnt find anything that would kill him, Kathleen would sit down close enough to stop if if he tried to run when he woke but not close enough for him to harm her should he lash out. From now on he was her pet, her play thing to do with as she wished.