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She listened to him and his orders. She was older, so what he asked fell into tasks that she would have been in charge of, had she not been a slave and been raised with a normal pack. She simply would have done it in a pack setting and not out in the distance, though she suspected once upon a time, she lived around others. Surly he didn't always live this far out? She wondered if she should mention that women of his time were at a disadvantage that she wasnt, but she chose against it. "Relxa, Im not going to eat you either." She mumbled. She'd never attacked without cause. But she did permanently scar her last master. But she'd done it in response to his actions, to be fair. But so far she had no reason to attack the male. He'd done nothing to her. Not even insult her. "I don't eat humans. And contrary to belief my kind are born, not made."

She said nothing past that point, but waited to dismount until they reached the house. She got off with ease and examined what she saw around her. Scents assaulted her nose. She could see pelts and animal bones. Looking around, she could identify what most of the pelts and skulls had once belonged to. "Do you want me cleaning and preparing the pelts as well?" She asked. There were several around. Did he simply leave them, prepare them to sell, or did he want them sewn into clothing or made to use for blankets or boots? She could do any of it, but he just had to tell her what he wanted done with it. She pulled her hair aside and braided it tightly, quickly, and went to look inside the house, to see what was there that she would be responsible for caring for.

Of course she saw the portrait. She left it alone and said nothing, out of respect. She smelled no other mortal or living male, so she knew the person was likely long gone. It was rude to mention someone who was dead, when she knew so little about her master to begin with. She went and found the cot he mentioned. It was better than the cage and fine with her. In truth, she would have been fine with the floor, but a cot was good too. She saw plenty, and nothing modern which pleased her. Her age and time in the warehouse, made her wary of modern living and modern humans. Their guns and technology bothered her. She may not remember much but she knew, somehow, that the pack she was from was nomadic. Nomadic tribes often lived in the olden ways. She likely would have lived in tents and traveled around, had she remained free. So she liked to stay as true to that as possible, when allowed to do so. "There is a rabbit hiding in here." She said, her nose twitching slightly at the scent.

She nodded. Whatever he wanted. She looked to the painting and observed carefully the details of the person he said was he son. "He is handsome." By now she should have already had children of her own, grandchildren, but fate had plans of its own. She was not bothered by it, however. She saw him take his shoes off, but she didn't repeat the action. She wasn't wearing shoes. She didn't own any and she didn't need to. Her feet were tough, as was most off her skin, because she wasn't human. And her form was made for running without protection. And any small wound she got would heal quickly. "Yes, Im sure it will." Probably to go hop off to its mate. It smelled female. And bunnies were never far from their own. It probably hate little babies off somewhere too.

She wondered how old this man was. He didn't seem to be from this modern world at all. But he looked young, though his eyes suggested otherwise. "If you're hungry I can cook something." She suggested. She didn't know how long he'd been touring the warehouses earlier.

She nodded and went to find the meat. She could locate the meat easily and then went to start the stove. She could eat meat raw, but doubted he could. She immediately began to work with the meat and herbs he'd used on it. She used her sense of smell to cook the meat, wanting to ensure she cooked it to the correct degree. It needed to be safe for him to eat, but not too overcooked either. When she was finished she served it to him. When she had more time she would make a broth for him, but that was something that would require more time and vegetables. She would have to gather wild turnips or things from nearby, and she didn't have the time today to do so. So today it was just the meat, but that would do. She could also make bread or other things in the future. She just didn't want to make him wait too long while she gathered ingredients or located what she needed.

"How old are you?" She asked. She found a pitcher of water and gave him cup of that as well. The first couple decades she'd been a cook for a mistress. Then she'd been a maid and done some assistant work for a cook. But she'd usually done work in the kitchen over the years, along with the work of maids or other servants. When she refused to do more ...compassionate and sociable tasks, those were what remained. Things that dealt with less people. And often had long hours with little to no interaction with others. But that was fine with her. She had a great sense of smell, it made cooking more interesting.

She observed him carefully. In her mind, he seemed bothered by his age. But she did not understand why? Why did he think his age made him an old man? She did not think it did. "For a human nine hundred is old." She said.For a human nine hundred should be impossible. "For a lycan , vampire, or other, that is the age of an elder, but not of an old being necessarily. You are older than me, but I do not think you...old in the way that I think you are referring." It was hard to explain, but she hoped the meaning came across. She didn't really smile, but she tried to. It just didn't really come naturally to her.

She started to clean up, because the one thing you didn't want to do was leave the scent of food around for predators to come check out. She was a predator so naturally others would avoid her presence, but it was still good practice to clean up after cooking, regardless. "You have a warriors body. So I need not ask that. I think anything I need to know you will tell me or I will ask when I need to know it." She said, simply. She really didn't feel the need to ask him a million questions. "But if you have questions of me, I will answer them."

She left him be, not wanting to poke the sleeping bear. She left him go and went outside to tour the area he'd told her to stay within. She wouldn't pass the area, but she desperately wanted to at least be outside. Shedding her clothing she shifting forms and soon in the place of a woman, stood a large looking wolf. She stepped around then laid down on the grass. She took a little nap on the grass, keeping watch while she did so. How did she do that? Easy. She was a light sleeper, and because she had a great sense of smell, sight, and hearing, she had no issue with waking if anything should come near. Plus it gave him some privacy inside.

Her ears would twitch occasionally and she did wake and got dressed, and this time she walked around to get a sense of what herbs and plants were within the area he allowed her to be in. Why? So when she cooked she knew what was nearby and where it was. She also decided where the best limbs were to hang laundry for drying and all of the things like that. And as the sun began to set she went back inside.

She looked over at him, but was not disturbed by his scars. She had plenty of her own, and warriors were meant to have scars. "No." She'd merely been finding out where things were. Not very interesting, but required to learn the lay of the land that she would be living on. She opened the stove and turned the wood, moving it around so it would be ready the next time it was used then closed it, whipping her hands on her dress. It was the dress the warehouse had given her, but she wasn't ashamed of what she wore. Shifters rarely were. "I can smell rain in the distance though." It was partially why she'd come in when the dark had set. It was still a couple hours off likely, unless the wind picked up. She took the bucket that worked as a sink and carried it outside, pouring it out and setting it out. It would fill with the clean water from the rain. Looking out in the distance she could see the clouds forming. But she didn't see any dangerous formations, so she was pleased. She went back inside, casting a glance in his direction as she did so. She did have to wonder though, why he sought to get her. He seemed to be a loner, so why get a slave, especially a woman.