Lost Echo
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Urzoth was getting attached. It was good that the woman snatched him when she did, otherwise they might have developed motherly feelings. Or well, Akela might. The formal tribesmother was like that. Taking up young pups and turning them into killers. Really a dog that size surviving as long as it evidently did, must be smart.
“Nothing more than a few scratches on him, no long-term harm.” They assumed. Maybe Morgana’s experiments would include if the animals were the same after the Leshen’s control. It recognized this house, which was good enough for Urzoth. “Keep him from licking at them too much and they’ll heal up fine Milady. The smart guy might already know that.” She smirked, with her fangs visible, at the doorman, enjoying his…discomfort.
“Nothing more than a few scratches on him, no long-term harm.” They assumed. Maybe Morgana’s experiments would include if the animals were the same after the Leshen’s control. It recognized this house, which was good enough for Urzoth. “Keep him from licking at them too much and they’ll heal up fine Milady. The smart guy might already know that.” She smirked, with her fangs visible, at the doorman, enjoying his…discomfort.