Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190110155650/@comment-5583506-20190113003703

Hate was an impatient animal and didn't like staying around for too long. It had been a while since his mistress had told him to stay put and as such he assumed that he was free to wander.

"Hate, no", Ylva told him.

The wolf glanced back at her. She recognised those pleading eyes of his. The will to explore, a survival instinct that couldn't be quenched, even with human commands.

"Fine", she groaned. "Skada ingen", she instructed, tilting her chair back against the wall as she kept a watchful eye on her companion.

The big wolf let out a content yap and lumbered on his way around the mess hall, curiously sniffing on the objects. Though his mind was telling him to just lunge out and attack every two-leg around him, his mistress had told him no. He didn't want to cross her. She had given him the liberty to roam freely, but at the cost of remaining as docile as possible. That was the price to pay. He knew that much, and it was indeed a fair trade.

He stopped before the chair Mac was sitting on. This two-leg smelled intriguing, but it was the object he had seated his behind on that interested him. His mistress had taught him something... He tried to remember.

Stol... Chair... Apparently those sounds meant the same thing: a place for two-legs to sit and rest.

He started to chew on its legs, ignoring the two-leg sitting on it.