climbing walls out of resentment

Salvia Eternity · 10-16-2012, 11:49 AM

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Had she been raised a true wolf, Salvia might never have seen value in the animals and let them perish. She was, however, a product of her environment. The sheep had been present since she was a child, and like all good farm-girls, Salvia had come to understand that the worth of an animal was in its production. Sheep gave wool, milk, meat, and trade. This was why they were such a priority, and why domesticated ones such as their own were valuable. Many were second or third-generation stock, and she would not see her father’s legacy destroyed by weather or ill-intent.

So the two wolves worked together in the ways of old herding beasts and guided the panicking animals back to the barn. Though a large section of it was destroyed, Tarat had hurriedly shuffled the others into a smaller space. With his assistance the rest of the sheep were led, shoved, and forced in. The slave hurried to remove the rope while Salvia shook herself mostly dry. Her hair required assistance from a pair of white paws, which squeezed the excess water free. Damp, the pale locks took on a slight wave. They would dry straight, and she would certainly look forward to having her own slave pamper her once the storm had passed.

Mantis colored eyes drifted to Null, and Salvia recalled accepting her not long ago. She was already proving her worth. “You did well,” she said, and while this was not a spoken word of thanks, it was clear she appreciated the help.

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