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Trixie: Main Room to Slave Qtrs.
Moving over to sit next to Alexis, Trixie curled up close into her embrace with a small whimper. Offering a small, shy smile to what she hoped would soon be new friends, she was only half paying attention as her ears picked up the murmurings of Master David and one of the other Masters. Her eyes quickly found them speaking to the one that had been so defiant earlier, and an inadvertent growl escaped her throat. She noted the approach of the Wolf Mistress and the growl turned to a whine.
“Lexie…,” she whispered softly. “It looks like there’s going to be trouble already. I’m not sure what to do…” Her nature and her training warred with self-preservation. She wasn’t sure enough of her place within the Harem yet to even attempt to ease the tensions, and feared that if she tried, she would be punished.
Her mind made up, Trixie took a deep breath, kissed Alexis on the cheek and headed for the Masters and the Mistress surrounding the Cat. The tension around them was electric, causing Trixie’s hackles to rise. Trying to control the soft growl she could feel welling up, she placed herself at the feet of those gathered, and spoke softly and with more calm than she felt. “Excuse me for being so bold, Masters and Mistress, but I couldn’t help but feel compelled to offer my assistance in some way.”
Her eyes traveled first over the Masters; they seemed to be pretty much in control of the situation. When her gaze turned towards the Mistress, however, she choked back a soft whimper. “This is the one in need,” she thought to herself, and moved a tad bit closer to the female Wolf.
Moving over to sit next to Alexis, Trixie curled up close into her embrace with a small whimper. Offering a small, shy smile to what she hoped would soon be new friends, she was only half paying attention as her ears picked up the murmurings of Master David and one of the other Masters. Her eyes quickly found them speaking to the one that had been so defiant earlier, and an inadvertent growl escaped her throat. She noted the approach of the Wolf Mistress and the growl turned to a whine.
“Lexie…,” she whispered softly. “It looks like there’s going to be trouble already. I’m not sure what to do…” Her nature and her training warred with self-preservation. She wasn’t sure enough of her place within the Harem yet to even attempt to ease the tensions, and feared that if she tried, she would be punished.
Her mind made up, Trixie took a deep breath, kissed Alexis on the cheek and headed for the Masters and the Mistress surrounding the Cat. The tension around them was electric, causing Trixie’s hackles to rise. Trying to control the soft growl she could feel welling up, she placed herself at the feet of those gathered, and spoke softly and with more calm than she felt. “Excuse me for being so bold, Masters and Mistress, but I couldn’t help but feel compelled to offer my assistance in some way.”
Her eyes traveled first over the Masters; they seemed to be pretty much in control of the situation. When her gaze turned towards the Mistress, however, she choked back a soft whimper. “This is the one in need,” she thought to herself, and moved a tad bit closer to the female Wolf.
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