Jun 10, 2018
@captivehenry
“We’re going to play a game.” The pair stood at what could be crowned the enterance of the forest, Cain eyeing the slave like it was a dare to disagree before the hint - just the slightest hint - of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Now run.” That was all he’d offered in way of instructions, hand waved toward the trees in demonstration of what direction and nothing more. Part of him was overly curious considering the wolf barely spoke, which in theory, meant he couldn’t possibly pick now to protest.
