Laughing at Darkness[m]

She looked up at him, but did not utter a word as he stood over her, working. Satisfied that she was clean, he grabbed her scruff and begun to drag her through the snow. He had found a better place for her, one with a small water source and with higher walls, and a couple stalagmites. It was slightly bigger as well, with a small chamber adjourning it.

He dragged her into the larger cave, which to had a boulder he had positioned at the entrance. He pushed her onto her back for a moment, admiring the mark on her stomach, the ugly leering eye between her front legs. He backed away from her, sitting in front of the entrance. The air in here was significantly cleaner as well.
"Stand, and face away from your master."