the aftermath

He would see her there with a squashed mouse carcass, she would taunt him by asking if he had a good sleep and calling him a pet once more. He glared at her even harder than he already was, if anything she should be his pet. That was how it worked, wolves on top everything else beneath. A small growl would gather in his throat, it was then that he would think of a reply to the insult that the cat had thrown his way. “Don’t call me pet!” he would snap “if anything call me what I really am, a slave.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think