Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27517989-20170520233422/@comment-27311643-20170525174706

Asher curled his lip in disgust.

"We don't want a ruthless murderer in our pack," he snarled. "If you dare touch me, you'll be out on your own for the bears."

He tapped his feet excessively on the ground - a habit of his.

"We'd rather have friends in our pack. Someone to nurture. I used to look after an old human who kept forgetting things. He was nice."

There was a sad look in his eyes, as if he'd remembered a terrible loss. He glanced away, nostalgia of his lovely owner washing over him.

It was a trade system in those days. He would feed and provide a home for Asher. And Asher would love and look after as long as he lived.