Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190110155650/@comment-5583506-20190111013354

Hate glanced back at his mistress first, before putting his jaws around the Boss's fist. He didn't graze him. The wolf was in full control of where he put his teeth, but the strength of his jaws locked tight. It was a test. He had been trained well. A word from his mistress and he would know whether or not he could go mayhem on this two-legs' hand or not.

"Hate. Vän", Ylva told him, again using foreign terms.

The wolf chewed a little harder, still in full control.

"Vän", Ylva repeated.

Hate's grip around the ghoul's fist was incredibly strong, but he hadn't harmed him. There was quite some pressure in those strong jaw muscles of his. At the very most he had managed to put some marks into the gloves. The wolf released the Boss's fist and then started to lick on it as if he would a bleeding wound, most likely believing that he had chewed harder than he first anticipated.

He then sat down and looked up at the Boss quizzically as if he expected something in return.