Rising Sun Valley Shierak Qiya

Don't feel bad! She's meant to be a punching bag. ;)

"Yes," Tomahawk replied, shame laced deep in her voice as she lowered herself even further. Her ears splayed atop her head, licking her master's chin in deference. "Do better next time." Learning their tongue was a time-intensive process, and a skill that she fully intended to master. Time was of the essence, and she twitched her ears as she listened to the words they spoke, soaking them up and taking in what little meaning she could.

His brother spoke, though Tomahawk was surprised by his kindness. Were they not all supposed to treat her as a thing, not a wolf? The world had told her over and over again that she was not a wolf, and it was something she had learned to accept. At least this way, she could live among them.