ten feet under and upside down

Charon watched as Saskia devoured the squirrel. She must've been hungry, not having eaten for such a long time. He wondered suddenly where she had come from and who she was. Without a thought he had made her his thrall, seeing an opportunity and seizing it, but he'd almost forgotten she was also just a wolf. He sat down and watched her eat a moment, before turning his gaze back to the rain outside.

After her thanks, Charon decided to just ask. He may as well; they were going to be out here a while before the rain would die down and he could show Saskia more of the territory. "Where are you from, anyway?" he asked casually, as though he wasn't her master and she was his slave, because he'd forced her into that position as her only way of survival. As though they were just two wolves seeking shelter and chatting.