OOC herpderp
Word Count :: +410
Mistress? Must be like a nickname or something, he thought. Why else would she have him call her something usually reserved for higher ups? Although in correct terms, if she had a pack, she was a higher rank than he, but that didn't usually mean they were to be called mistress. He shrugged it off easily.
He watched her climb into the wagon and come out with a bundle of the same stuff she was wearing. Was he to put it on? He took the first piece to reveal black pants, very vaguely resembling Amy's. He looked at how she wore her's, and then struggled to put one foot in the hole. He had to grab onto the wagon before he fell over, but he had one leg through. Still holding on to the wagon, he put his other leg through and then pulled the pants up to settle low on his curvy hips. He pulled his thick tail through a hole in the back and whipped it around experimentally. He tried to take a few steps forward, but it was even harder in the billowy fabric.
He took the second piece of fabric and held it out to examine. He looked at Amy's attire, then at the piece. It had four holes in it. Turning the billowy, white, silky part up, he spread the thinner, almost sheer black part and pushed his head through. He pushed his slender arms through the short sleeves and let the white fabric settle loosely around his collar bone. The black fabric was rimmed in a beautiful, shimmery gold, and it was skin tight. It clung tightly to his figure, showing it off to its best advantage. It looked nothing like what 'Mistress' wore, but what did he know of luperci wearings? He fiddled with the white ripples a little bit and looked up at Amy.
"Did I get it right, ma'am?" Although he didn't call her by her requested name, he assumed that ma'am would suit as well seeing as it was polite language. As soon as he spoke, he heard whimperings from her bag and saw her claw at whatever lay inside. His eyes opened wide, but he didn't say a word. What did he know of luperci ways? His big bluish eyes looked at her timidly and docily through his long dark lashes and through his scraggly locks of hair that had somehow gotten knotted from their walk in the forest.
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