Give in to Sin
07-20-2015, 01:05 PM
A voice frightened the young boy, the thin wold visibly jumping from his spot and whipping around to face the creature it had belong to, tail tucked between his legs. To his relief the voice belonged to another wolf, but it was a large pale made of snow white fur and strange markings on his pelt. Instinctively he would lower himself to the ground to bring himself below the man, even if Squirrel was up on a ledge that was above him. Slowly he nodded his skull at the male's question, looking to his paws rather than his face for that was burned into his memory as disrespect.
Nose twitched, finding the smell of a freshly killed rabbit snaking its way around the cavern, making the slave's stomach begin to growl. Because he had been on his own this winter, and somehow managed to survive it, the boy was decently thin. Little muscled remained under his pelt, ribs, spine and hips visible beneath fur but not quite a walking skeleton. |