Tamesis, a wolfgirl slave, stood at the bars of the cage in the slave market, knowing better than to relax and face her owner’s wrath. He wanted her on display, wanted to sell her to someone- anyone- else. Over the past year of abuse, he had finally broken her spirit, turning her into a constantly fearful shell of her former self. And as such, he’d found her a burden.

Tamesis’ wolf ears twitched as she absorbed every sound around her. She discerned the sounds of coin changing hands. Off to the right were two children laughing.

“Stop daydreaming and look lively, girl,” her owner growled at her with anger in his eyes. “Gods help you if someone doesn’t buy you because you’re looking less than lively.

“Yes Master,” Tamesis quickly replied, her wolf ears flattening against her head, scared to death of incurring his wrath.

He looked on the street and noticed you, a wealthy aristocrat. He approached you.

In the cage, the wolfgirl appeared frightened, her wolf ears flat against her head. Her tail flicked nervously from side to side and she visibly shivered when her owner mentioned the possibility of ‘other services’.

“What say you?” Bertrand asked with a wide smile. “Interested in the little wolfgirl for some labor or fun?”