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She looked to him as he spoke. She wouldn't have bothered him, but if he insisted then she wouldn't ignore him. "I wonder why you want a slave, you seem content to be isolated." Not that she minded. She did not like the warehouse, or large crowds of people, but she did have to wonder why he would want a slave. "And most people find women troublesome. So I have to wonder why you would want a woman around." She wasn't exactly some pretty young thing that would trot around and sing songs of blossoms and cute flowers. Any song she knew was probably a bit sadder or less....cheerful. The ones she remember were from before she became a slave, and she rarely sung them. And they were all in a language she barely remembered anyway. Most of the time she just got flashes of memory really, nothing worth mentioning, but it wasn't really sad. More so neutral. She had been very young when she became a slave. But she knew who she was. What she was. That was all that mattered to her. And now she belonged to him. She was his slave, and he her master. So for now that was her place. And as long as he didn't beat her or mistreat her, she was willing to behave herself.

She stared at him as he spoke, almost like how a predator might watch their surroundings, analyzing things carefully. She had been punished before, multiple times, but she knew that she'd done things to earn some of those punishments. But she also felt the things had she done had been with cause. So it was a endless cycle really. Slavery tended to be thus. "I do not know. People usually chose me, in my later years, because I was cheap and they thought a lycan would be a good pet. Usually they were wrong." She looked him over. "But I think you like things that you do not worry about breaking. That can stand up on their own, without you having to carry and take care of twenty four seven. Im not fragile, and I am not a child...and to the point of your age...my life span is more comparable to yours. I stopped aging well over two and a half centuries ago. You wouldn't get the same with most others." Certainly makes things easier. But other than that, she couldn't say. She got certain vibes from him, but she still was unsure about some of the finer details.

As for his other comment, she was slightly uneasy about it honestly. She'd had masters try to touch her, or kiss her, when she was younger and she'd responded poorly. A lycan is not fertile until she hits her prime and freezes into her immortally around the age of twenty or so. She had been around seventeen or so and had managed to fight people off enough that they had stopped trying. She did not like to be touched by people she deemed unworthy. But then again, in lycan culture only warriors were allowed to have mates , and only a normal master, would never appeal to someone like her. And since lycans only ever have one mate, it would have been detestable to her to simply lay with a man for the sake of doing so.

Now a lycan is not technically immortal. They just stop aging. They can be hurt, scar, or die. Beheading is a great way to kill a lycan. Or any normal mortal wound, bleeding out , etc. They just stop aging around twenty. They refer to it as freezing into immortality. It is similar for vampires. But the age is around twenty one or two for male lycans.

She didn't mind thinner things, since her temperature naturally ran higher than a humans, but it was cumbersome to try and run or move , or carry things even, in a long dress...even in one like what she was wearing. So she needed pants or a short thin skirt that was easy on, easy off. If she shifted forms she wanted to be able to take her clothes on and off quickly if need be. That was her priority. The cold didn't affect her as much, but no need to tell him all her secrets right away. She watched him grab his clothes and she took clothes he laid down and went to ring them out over the porch real quick then put the back over the chair he'd laid them on previously. Just to make sure the'd dry out in time for him. Mildewed clothes sucked. Plus the smell would drive her insane.

She nodded to him about his comment on the clothes and went to the cot, braided her hair, and it feel loose to her waist as she laid down on her side and closed her eyes. Her breathing was nearly silent, though she fell asleep quickly. She would sleep lightly, as she had earlier, but wouldn't be too bothered by his struggled sleep. Even if he did wake her, she would just go back to sleep unless she felt he was in trouble and required assistance in some manner.

She had woken to his yell, and had seen all, but had not wanted to bother him or be nosey. After he left she did the same, but returned before he did, and came back to change into the clothes she'd gotten. She put on the pants and top, washing the dress she'd arrived in the day before, and hanging it to dry. She'd be able to use it as a spare dress or nightgown. But with the pants she could move around easier and for that she was thankful. The horse was eating some clover and grass patches, Arya had taken the bucket of collected rain water inside and then begun to gather herbs to hang inside to dry out. Dried herbs would be more useful for cooking and seasoning.

She also cleaned the house up. She wasn't sure how long Zander would be gone, but she had plenty to do, because the house was lacking was lacking in several areas. But she had no issues with cleaning or caring for the house. After all, she did live in. There was a problem when a person who lived in a house, took problem with cleaning or caring for it. She didn't hunt for food, so she could at least do her part in cleaning. Though if he asked, I could hunt just fine.

She was inside when the meat was set down on the table. She'd known he was home though, she'd smelled him. Blood was the most pungent smell of anything really. But she knew he was busy and had left him be. But now that there was meat she went about preserving it, rubbing salt into it and hanging it to dry. She had some water on the stove to boil with herbs in it. She went and found one of the animal bones and brought it inside. It may not have any of the meat really on it, but the flavor she needed was inside the bone, not outside of it. She put that in the water, after washing the outside of it again, and left it to sit, monitoring it carefully. The broth would turn a darker color but she had to wait for that until she added the meat, which she needed to cook in a bit. But she figured he might enjoy something a tiny bit different. It was good for mortals to have a bit of variety in their diets, she did know that.

She went outside and saw the organs and things that he had discarded. She knew that humans didn't eat those, but she could, or stray animals. They could be used for bait or for fishing. Whatever he wanted, so she brought them inside so that flies wouldn't nest in them. She cleaned of the area he'd been working on as well, for that same reason. But when she couldn't see him, she wondered where he'd gone, and walked a bit, until her eyes spotted him...or rather the bare him. She got quite a view, turned a shade of red and went back towards the house. But she'd still been a good distance away. She thanked good eyesight for that.

She had to reign in her own temper on some of that, and barely managed. As a hunter, she didn't like being ordered around. Her instincts only really allowed for her to take such from an alpha, but she'd never really acknowledged him as such. There was a future problem in that. "Broth. I was taught as a child to make it, when I worked for my first mistress." An odd thing. And very cruel. Someone she could never forget, no matter how hard she tried to. She grabbed a bowl and poured some in it for him to try, though she hadn't added the meat yet and gave it to him to try. "You put met and other things it it. It feeds as many as you want, and is more substantial, depending on what you put in it. Has more flavor too. Easy to make." It just took longer. But easy for her to do, since she was here all day. She doubted he would let her go roam the woods, though part of her ached to. Okay, her entire body ached for it.

"Its creepy that people want you to make things with bones." She said. "We bury the bones of the prey we kill, unless its necessary for building. It is considered the way we honor our kills." She'd been lucky enough to work with another slave, as a child, who'd been an older lycan. It was how she'd learned more of her people's ways, though she'd otherwise forgotten most of them by the time she'd reached her prime. She was thankful for the small blessing. She just wished she could remember her people's language more. As the years passed she forgot more and more. She couldn't recall the faces of her parents anymore, or her kin.

"The last man who stood naked in front of me, only did it once." She said so softly, almost in audible. Lost in her own thoughts. Of course, he'd been doing more than just standing in front of her. He'd grabbed her, and she'd broken his ribs and arm. Oh, and ran her claws down his face and chest. But that was many years ago. Now people did not bother attempting such things. She wasn't bothered by nakedness. She'd seen the bare form of many slaves time and time again, but a naked master brought back memories of times she'd pushed back.

Okay, that was it. "I moved it so the flies wouldn't nest in it." She said, really not okay with his own little way of throwing down. She could go just as well as he could. "And if I threaten you, you will know it." She said. And if you are going to be an a** you can do everything yourself." She said. She was very angry. "I would rather take fifty more lashings from the guards, then deal with another stupid angry p***k. I'm not your wife, and Im a poor slave. I'm not good at taking orders from someone who can't even reign in his own temper." Much like she couldnt , honestly. She could be the most loyal person in the world, but she'd never had someone earn her loyalty. Never had an alpha to fight for or serve under. Just masters that ordered her around and tried to get her to do this or that, and it drove her nuts. "It must suck to live all by yourself all the time. Have fun with that." She was saying she was willing to go back. She'd done it before. She'd once gone back after only five hours. The longest she'd ever lasted was five years.