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She gestured for him to enter, and he followed the order, ever a loyal hound, the obedient creature. He moved to a pile of furs, reclining back on his haunches. His tail, the only full and voluminous part of his body currently, lay flat beside him, black hairs spilling like oil across the red floor.

His eye took in the chambers, flicking from points, before falling to the Princess again.

Yes. It is what I was born to do. He was a soldier, had heard the drum of war in his ears since the first day he’d ever knew sound. He grabbed a piece of meat, rolling it to his cheek where he could suck the flavor off it, eventually chewing it down to swallowing size.