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YOU GET POST #100 YEEHAW

The encounter between his sinister siblings and his captive has riled him, knowing that simply warning them to stay away will not keep them at bay for long. But he starts to wonder — as he carries a full freshly killed hare in his jaws as he walks for delivering her breakfast — when the three Fates will come for her, for him. He now can admit, her presence has grown on him. Merely conversing with one's own shadows does not make for an active social life, and as those within the dark woods are damned from ever creating bonds outside Blackfeather Woods, he finds it a peculiarity he should feel drawn to keep her there. Perhaps, he sees a potential beyond a backup plan for her, but what could very well be the next to join their ranks. But not yet; there is still hope left in her. That will need to be smothered out entirely before he is to rebuild her once again. This conditioning he has built will guarantee her reliance on him to the point where she knows not to bite the hand that feeds her. Only then can the thought of training, teaching her to embrace the task befallen on the wolves of Blackfeather Woods, to rid their world of what doesn't deserve to continue living... and then perhaps plant her right back into her pack with a surprise in her back pocket. Perhaps it is she that will do his bidding instead of being an accessory to his plans. But for now, he swings the bloodied hare in his mouth before dropping a few feet away from where she stands, finding her sleuthing around an emptied cache in search of her own meal. Naughty naughty naughty, he thinks and lets out an audible chuckle.