Ch. 22 - Another Family

"Damn Mutt!" a woman yelled, whipping a young small wolf human hybrid, as she began to also kid him around and punish the boy further making sure to be brutal with her punishment on the child.

The young lad could do nothing but whimper, and pass right out from his injuries. Even in tears as he laid there until sudden he was woken up tk a strong kick in his stomach making him cough up and vomit his meal that was days ago.

"You just had to do what you were told you dumb child..." a slaver told him, before locking him up. "no food tonight... again... dumb brat" he was angry he couldn't sell him, and all this happened because of just the smallest accident.

the young wolf cub, began to cry as he licked slowly up back his own vomit trying to not puke again that he believed even would vomit the rest of his insides.

He curled up next to the hay in a corner when he finished. There was no bed, and his only comfort was the floor and what barely could be seen as rags on his back.

the boy was separated from his mother and father. as much as he'd like to forget them, he could remember the sounds of his father dying, and his mother being taken somewhere only for screams to be heard until there wasn't.

the boy scream and woke up from his sleep as suddenly a boot kick the cage to make sure he stayed queit as another slaver told him. "shut it! God your annoying!" the slaver grabbed his sword making sure to tap the cold steal cages with the flat side of his blade aw he kept making his round. Many cages laid about many others captured as well.

the boy was queit again, and looked out between the cells to the land free of the cage he was in. he could only wait for all to end, and it was a miracle he was even able to last so long.

however, he began to hear the slavers talk about him.

"at this rate... we won't be able to sell any damaged goods... why don't we start cleaning a few, save supplies and rations..." one said.

the other replied "maybe... they're bodies could be used for something to those weird necromancer at the south peaks... but they prefer things fresh... it'll be months before we get there." they continue to talk among one another.

the ring leader came around. "not a bad idea.. alright... kill the ones to weak to go on... we can at least use them to feed the bigger ones... these animals won't mind eating their kind!" he made sure to say thay part loudly, as he meant it.

the thought of having to be fed and cannibalis on those like you or even another living person was a thought never in his wildest dreams he would do. not to mention how the void was calling to them

A void. a mysterious, but also fearsome piece of magic not so easy to be in contact with. and when one succumbs to it. they appear.

seemingly, out of the ground, black puddles appeared around the boys cage out of his fear and dread as he accident brought creatures of the night to life.

a slavery yelled after dropping a touch causing a fire. "NECROPHAGES!" He was quickly killed as the fire spread causing now a grand fire outside within the forest. only for them to be over run.

the young wolf had no idea of what was happening, just focused on the fact the slavers would kill him and feed his parts away. he was already abused to the point of breaking but now it was just to much. he only snapped back when his cage was knocked over, his cate door lock open and there it was pointed at freedom he so wanted and wished for. suddenly, all his life flashed, amd what a short one it was as he was on all fours running out.

however at the same time, so did it break free other hybrids and the few slavers alive noticed the necrophages left, but also chased off the wolf cub, all while then the king pin yelled. "after him! we can sell him for so much alive!" he had noticed how they came because of him, and since no one can bring necrophages to existence, they believed they stuck gold when really, they had a child reach his breaking point.

He had ran, quickly, faster than he ever ran in his short life running through grass, tress, and even across rivers. he ran smiling free, unaware he was now being hunted. he felt free, true freedom as he was on all fours running.

it was a marvelous feeling. that overtook every other emotion he had. he smiled all while being hunted. Suppressing the void that was caller on by his dread.

behind him, we're pacts of beast like necrophages, that only disappeared when suddenly they ran into tress or tripped over branches, and the Slavers as to not let then get in the way of their hunt. they continued until finally taking aim at the child hitting his leg and shoulders, but the boy didn't slow down. they kept trying to make sure he was tired out.

the boy whimpered, but when it came to an arrow, it wasn't much to flinch about as he kept running until suddenly slipping past an edge and dove down right into a water fall. all while they watched a d kept an eye on the river that the waterfall flowed through.

a day past and in Mason's Eden one of the children in his care ran right to him. and whimpered, stammering thier words.

Mason, then had gotten down, and called the child. "easy, what's whats?"

they nodded and looked at Mason in the eyes once he got down. "boy! fluffy hair... bleeding!" they weren't very intelligent, as the people in Mason's care were also slaves at one point, and children had it rougher than other.

"I'll go see... make sure to go stay with your mother now okay... and tell the others to hide in the houses little one..." Mason then gave the child a gift, before getting up and letting them run off.

Mason, then quickly went to help this new stranger only as he saw, there was also a hunter now picking up the boys bodied.

Mason, watched them, the young wolf was a slave, and in clothes that were rags, all while this man held weapons and gear not bearing any colors to kings. so Mason asked. "what are you doing in my land...?"

the slaver caught pointed his hand crossbow to Mason. "Let's act like we didn't see one another... so go back to your land... wait... your just black freak... what kind land would you possibly own? how about you come with me... I'm sure I can find a place for you...!" the slaver chuckled as then others came around to support the slaver.

"so your are a slaver... that boy... hand him over..." Mason demanded. "And the rest of you... can leave here alive... I'll give you humans this one chance." Mason tried to be fair, tried to be human.

"yeah...? what can you black folk do that we can't? your impure and tainted freaks... now on yours knees!" the slaver only kept making demands. other got their weapons ready with one trapper getting a slave collar ready.

suddenly, Rebecca came beside Mason, then Liz appeared as well at each side of his.

"master... what is going on?" Rebecca asked.

"slavers... one of my subjects noticed that child they're holding and so I came to help... but it seems I'm late... would you ladies be so kind...?" Mason asked.

"no way... you two babes are following a black impures orders?" one slaver outburst.

another ask. "hold on, that second girl is a druid... the first came from the sky is she an angel?"

and now their ring leader came out grabbing the wolf boy as he held a knife to his throat. "how about a trade... those two girls... for this unless mutt... you want to help him here you can, right now... just hand over those girls."

"tch..." Rebecca and Liz noticed how difficult this was.

Mason, then just relaxed. "kill him then... either way... you all will not walk out of here alive..."

the knife only dug deeper against the wolf boys neck. "I'm not bluffing...."

"I'm not either... kill him now, or not, you all die right now..." Mason stated.

all while Liz was worried for the wolf cub, while Rebecca was eager for a fight and murder humans.

It became a stand off, all while in the bushes, behind the slavers, elli was creeping up, surprising the three , as she jumped out shoving away herself and the wolf boy away from danger and onto Mason's side.

the Slavers surprised, tried to grab onto elli's uniform, and as they panicked and all tried to grab her hair. however.

Mason, in that split moment made sure it felt like a breath, he appeared before then, taking the man's arm into his own palm before crushing it. "You don't get to touch my people..!" Mason glared deep into the eyes of the ring leader as just the idea they were about to lay even a single finger her drove him to the point of rage. "die...!" Mason said calmly, before punching a new fist sized entrance through his chest.

Rebecca came over diving into a swirling backwards kick as she completely twisted and broke the head of another slaver to the point their head came right off.

and Liz, made sure to use the forest, the tress branches grabbed a few of them, all then then forcing down into there mouths as the branches grow out of the men from their insides as they were crucified into the trees. the remainder others also were quickly dealt with and in violently quick fashion.

Elli, sat up, holding onto the small boy in her arms as she saw her master and Mistress fight with both brutality and elegance, mot to mention she did notice how quick Mason was to make sure they did not touch her.

she began to look at the wolf boy, and took away the arrows on his legs and slowly laid him down to check if he wa even alive. head head on his chest as she then began to apply healing magic.

the three finished the fight, as they came to check on the boy.

"elli?" Mason said wanting to hear what she had to say.

"sorry master! for following the mistresses! but I just!" she thought they were mad at her.

however Mason got down and pat her shoulder. "no... the boy... how is he dear?" he asked, while Liz came over to also help.

elli took a moment to relax, and nod. "he is... alive... but barely... help him? please sir? i cant do a lot!" she begged with eyes of pure helplessness. thinking she wasn't doing good enough.

"of course... Rebecca, see to it that elli has no blood on her garments and herself... I will help here..." he told her as he then picked up the boy. "Liz keep healing as we walk."

she nodded and followed him. all while Rebecca then looked at Elli. "Good job kid... but that was very reckless." she said.

"sorry ma'am." elli felt bad.

"stop that... you heard our master... he wasn't mad... none of us are... you put the safety of someone else before yours yes... but that selflessness cannot be ignored... good job... now come on kiddo... let's get you cleaned up." Rebecca acted like an older sister to her. Making sure to hold her hand and walk with elli to the town.

elli was starting to chat away with Rebecca, and suddenly Rebecca offered her something.

"You want me to train?" Elli asked. confused and very deep in thought.

"I belive you have what it takes kid... as queen of valkieres once... I belive you can be a strong warrior, one truly able to be stronger than my sister and sit beside our king as his weapon..." Rebecca was saying as she was now bathing with elli.

"I'm... no warrior..." elli was grateful. "please don't force me too... I'm not cut out for that..."

"I won't Elli... but listen to me... give it some thought okay... you have what it takes... Mason mentioned what you'd been through... and now look, you had the strength to help... its good... but true the battle field isn't for everyone... but maybe it also where your meant to be... I lost my sister's, the other valkieres... but they all defended our king to their death, it could be a good place for you... to serve the king as his aid like that... like my sisters once did... I'll train you myself if you decide to agree." Rebecca cuddled elli, making sure to properly bathe her like Mason ordered her too, but also because she wanted too. part of her did want rebuild her pride, but another also didn't want see more sweet and innocent lives be mercilessly taken. if she could help make this girl strong she happily would give it a try.

Mason would meet with Jessica, and start helping on the very intensive recovery, the boy had been through a lot, bleeding out internally and even his insides were bloated. so Mason did his best to go so far as to operate, not to an extreme high level, as he wasn't no where near such professionalism, but in this world is was easy doing it, as he just cut open part of the boys side and let blood slowly just leave while at the same time Mason gave his own while healing, this too help with Jessica making sure the blood Mason gave wasn't going cause the child harm and in the end there was no real complications. the slowly patched the child wounds and helped him further and even got him into new clothes.

by the time Mason and Jessica were done, they had a moment alone to talk. "keep an eye on him every now and then, but make sure the maids are the one feeding and cleaning him..." Mason told her.

"of course, I already thought of elli to take care of him, because I want to go on a hunt... but..." Mason did want to pay back the people who were harming the child. but also, he wondered if it was his own fight.

"I do understand why, if there are any left over men they will look for their leader... so we should deal with them, but I get the feeling and from that look in your eyes, you intent in doing something else." Jessica said looking at Mason eyes.

Mason was in thought, and did nod in agreement. "That's right, I intent on having that boy take his own revenge... even if he is child... I believe it would best if that boy make that decision for himself..." Mason said feeling more sentimental than he realized.

"by why should you be the one to judge that for him?" Jessica said to him.

"I believe he has potential, he's very resilient... you saw the wounds on him... and how much he had to endure all those scars, bruises cuts and broken bones... I'm just giving the child a choice... to live quietly and safely here... or stand up for himself and finally start fighting back, so he may go through that again." Mason said expressing his thoughts to her.

"hm.... I do understand how you think it's necessary, but he is just a boy, much younger 1than elli... why not let him mature?" Jessica suggested.

"We don't have thay luxury dear... as much as i would like to wait... I'm afraid if we do, our other problems will just come, and who ever is left or is alive from those men will be after him and ambush my poeple... so I just need him to decide... and once he is fine, I'll personally go with him alone to hunt." Mason said worried about letting this loose end possibly be much worse.

"in a way, it sound more like your adopting that boy sir..." Jessica smiled.

"hmmm...." Mason rubbed the back of his head thinking.

"You also took in so many enslaved and abounded children... most our people here are not even adults and with no parent... you truly are the father of the people sir." Jessica leaned herself in and stood up on her toes kissing Mason in his cheek. "It's a very alluring trait for a man... and I'm sorry if it sounded like I was questioning your choices... I wasn't." she smiled softly and slowly stepped back. "im happy being in service to you..." she bowed with respect.

Mason took just a second to look at her, and thought of what to make of her. even after losing her family of gods, she has been nothing but kind and supportive, even hesitant in killing her children of humans. she truly is a kind and loving goddess. Mason grabbed at her hand. quietly thought of the last things he was thinking of with his girls. and grabbed at her chin with her own hand kissing her on her lips.

the blessing of aphrodite would suddenly active all on its own, and with it triggered by Jessica herself as the soft kiss began to slowly turn into more. Much slower, deeper and affectionate.

Jessica, grabbed ahold of masons shoulder in her left hand, while her right arm and hand wrapped around his body to grab at the back of his clothes. as she couldn't help but follow through with the effects of the blessing. she turned the kiss into so much more and grabbed onto him tightly slowly letting her thoughts fade away for Mason to take the lead.

And he would, grabbing a hold of the maidens lower hips, and even leaned further around to grab at her legs and lift her up, easily picking her up and began to walk off. even under the effects of the blessing, Mason would still control himself and knew better than to do this publicly in the hall way of the house as he slowly and wobbling took her into a maids empty bedroom where the door would shut but not be locked.

Jessica, couldn't help but think of this entire sensation. she never once to affection from gods, from another life. she, slowly, succumbed to her longer desire for this care and love. While the blessing of the giddes aphroditie did work, it did nothing but to enhance the feeling of both parties making the experience all the more primal, and pure.

In the room the young wolf was laying on. He began to mermer and then slowly woke up. The maid, then smiled seeing him awake.

"Good! Your awake! Master will be pleased!"

The boy saw a maid he never knew, and found himself in a place so unfamiliar, and he naturally wanted to resist and defend himself so he sat up quickly, moved back onto the bedframe and growl baring his fangs while his fur like hair and tail and fur around his hands and feet stood up.

"Oh! Hey! Calm down..." she was nervous buy tried to calm him. "I'm not here to hurt you! Master helped you, he brought you here don't you remember?" She said then stepping back while grabbing onto a tray that had food for him in case he woke up.

The boy didn't know what to say, he saw the door and just wanted to leave. He didn't want to be a slave again nor a plaything.

"Please sir wolf relax..." She wanted to help. "Your body is still under stress... I have food" she showed the tray and then ate a piece of bred, a small piece. Showing it wasn't tampered with. And left it in front of him. "Eat... kay?"

After seeing the gesture, and no attempt at whipping or harming, he would ease up, and sniff the food before grabbing and eating on the bed.

"See, I'm just trying to help..." she had a thought. "You do understand what I'm saying right?"

He would eat and then choke, but was quickly helped with the water she passed. He would look up at her, his legs now relaxed, spread in front of him, with the food offered to him in between his legs in a clean plate. His clothes were in something else. Short now, and overalls were now his clothing. And a button up brown shirt. He wondered if she changed him. Which she had.

She then reached up to pet his head rubbing her palm between his wolf ears and hair. "Good boy... let your big sister take care of you."

Her smile was a genuine one. She was sweet and kind to him even after all that was done to her. But after being saved now she wanted to aid others even more.

The boy didn't understand the comfort being provided buy did accept it. It calmed him down further. "Where... am i?" He spoke up.

"Your in the domain of a Demon lord. The man who saved you, is that same lord." She explained.

A Demon lord. Normally, it was a term to be feared. But he was saved by one.

"I see... I won't be eaten?" He asked hopeful that he wasn't under some other evil lords possessions.

"Haha no... he will feed you and let you live here... he's like... my dad? Or master." She then thought of her role in this.

"So the lord... is family?" He asked.

"I only just met him some weeks ago... but yes... the Demon lord is family..." she happily admitted. In her heart and mind she couldnt deny that the man felt like a vital father figuer and more to her. "And now your our family... so rest okay. Eat and then go back to sleep, I'll tell master to come see you... then you can tell him what happened..."

He nodded, instantly loving this warm comfort. It reminded him of his own mother, he only wished now that she was able to be with him. But it was impossible. She was dead. Along with anyone else in his family and pack.

She put the wolf boy down to bed after he ate. And she left. Going to search for her master. And would hear a strange set of sounds and voices after some minutes of searching and sure enough. The young maid got curious, and peaking quietly, she saw her master with the Mistress. And she stepped back knowing she saw something she shouldn't have. "Oh my...." she mumbled before watching. Unable to stop herself. While she herself was traumatized by her experience with the church and its abuses before her master appeared. She couldn't help but watch, and admire the purity of what was they were doing.

The difference of her trauma and what she was seeing was night and day after all. Only she couldn't expect how long this would have gone on for and she clearly didn't want to disturb them.

Ultimately, she would start walking back from the door closing it carefully. She knew she shouldn't have watched, but she didn't seem to care. She shakingly walked away scared to even brush against anything as she thought it best to head to her own room for now. Part of her also felt deeply scared and so she kept her hands against her dress making sure not to feel or come in contact with her own skin.

The midnight hour came, and the young wolf boy sat up, he couldn't exactly sleep all to well. Even if his space now was safe, he was in a place all too unfamiliar. So he got out of bed and left the room. Using his nose to track where he was and the many unique scents around him now. At the same time, Mason was up and about strolling, wearing only some sweatpants as was done taking care of Jessica, there was visible bites, scratches and markings across various parts of his body.

They would soon walk into each other and Mason stared down at the boy.

The wolf cub could sense his overwhelming authority coming from Mason. "Thank you... for... helping me." He said softly and timidly.

"Help? I think you meant to say save... you almost died... help would mean you would have a chance on your own..." Mason pointed out.

"Ah! Yes... saving... thanks for saving me..." the wolf looked ready to run and cry.

While Mason may have seemed cruel for his words. He was still a father. He walked up to the boy and picked him up. "No more tears kiddo..." he'd carefully rub the boys back and walked to the window in the hall they stood where Mason would unock the window and open it. "You must have been though a lot... but you kept pushing... doing all you can live I'm sure... so no more tears... no one is gonna hurt you hear." Mason suddenly changed. From this all powerful authority to a more mellowed out and soft soul. Even his tone shifted slightly.

The boy couldn't really fight back, but he also didn't sense any malice from Mason. So he just watched, and endured until the window opening, and hearing the words coming out of his savior. He wasn't sure what to do next now.

Mason could see that something was on his mind. But didn't want to pry it out of him. "Couldn't sleep well?" He asked.

The boy didn't answer for a moment. But broke out of his trance to answer. "Yes... im... in a place, i do not know and" he paused but then continued shortly. Believing Mason would be worth trusting. "I have no more family left... I belive, I'm the last of my pack... so... I'm kinda scared... and... sad." Like Mason told him. He tried to not cry.

"You too then..." Mason pointed out. Not to compare lives. But to help him see he wasn't alone like he was.

"What do you mean? Mister... did something happen to you too." He asked.

"Kinda... I lost my people too... my wife and daughters... and I'm no longer accepted back home... im all alone here... and not just me kid. Everyone here. The girls you saw. The maid in your care... we are all alone here... but we only got each other now... so welcome home." Mason comforted the wolf cub in his own way.

The boy couldn't believe what he was hearing. But didn't think he was being lied to either. And he was accept into this new pack without hesitation. He hugged Mason neck and cried softly.

Mason carefully pat him on his head and carried him back to his bedroom. A little of his soul being put back together. A little of his rage being let go. "There there..." he also smiled ever so softly on his walk, still carrying the wolf boy as he cried in his arms, carefully.

Back in the room now given to the wolf Mason asked. "What's your name kid?"

"My parents... called me, Rekor" he answered.

"Quite a unique name kid. Suits you well I'd say... be proud of that name alright. As a way to live up to your parents lineage and pack. And feel free to just call me by Mason okay." He would be seated down with Rekor by his side on his bed.

"Yes sir mason!" He said, but quickly though of how much a mouthful it was to say all that. "Can I call you papa?" He asked.

"Haha, why?" Mason couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well... they nice maid girl, said she saw you like a dad... and told me to call her sister..." he then looked ahead and thought, then looked back up. "So... I'd be the son right?"

Mason chuckled. "Call me whatever is most convenient... but don't rush it... first... pay respects to your parents and clan... then when you feel ready, go for it... now kiddo let's get you to bed alright..."

Rekor would start to admire him. He saw the more softer and humane sane side of Mason that hasn't been seen much of or at all. He began to yawn however. "Kay Mason sir." He would curl up where he was beside Mason's leg and just nap like that.

'Oh boy.' Man thought, picking up the lad and laying him more properly up on the bed and tucked him in. He began to remember the times he did this similar action with his twin daughters. He'd leave quietly and sign. "Where could you girls be..." he had a look of sorrow staring out at the window to the moon. Thinking of his wife and children. They had to be somewhere out there.

By the next morning, the wolf was first up along with a handful of maids and would quickly start exploring his new home and surroundings. Now that he the space to run around in, all his pent up energy was getting him exctied.

The effects of being having a druid and God heal him were astounding as his recovery was in record time. So he did his best to help, but something caught his attention. Later in the afternoon. He would watch as Mason and Rebecca were sparring. He watched closely at the mock battle and was queit amazed.

Mason would use the practice sword in a far unique way, nothing like traditional sword play and sparring. This was because of his large build and frame, he couldn't use the sword all to well. To motion his body as smoothly like Rebecca was.

Mason slashed, and because there was just so much power Rebecca could other parry, however her more agile like body and range of motion allowed her to cut at Mason.

"Hhhmmmph!" Mason would start using the sword like a dagger, switching to one hand as he adapted in his own way.

"Your not serious..." Rebecca chimed before dashing in for a piercing strike.

Mason would raise his sword and made sure her blade tip followed the blade on its side forcing him to then punish her and heavily, when he suddenly tackling her with his side, while grabbing her arm to force her wrist open and letting her sword go. Grabbing her against the air holding her like some caught fish. "I get you were going hard on the opening, but that just made it easier to catch you... don't fall that again."

Rebecca sighed, as she measured the difficulty of getting her hands free. But in that moment she felt like she couldnt move or break at any point at all. "Understood..." she was defeated. "Again..."

"Fine... but, you'll be using a pole arm this time... and I will be using just my hands got it.." Mason said tossing the sword to the ground.

"But, I'll have more reach, are you sure?" She asked, though at that point after asking, she then second thought herself. "Or rather... will I be alright? You can easily grab my weapon..."

"That's right... you'll have the disadvantage. At least with me... anyone else I'm sure you'll do fine... but, try to remember, it's a pole. Not just a spear."

"Right..." Rebecca then got into battle stance before waiting for his strike and quickly he came in and started with a punch for her head.

Her experience helped her use the pole as a form of block as she then kicked herself away from him.

"Good... very good..." Mason said.

"You want me to teach you, why are you doing the teaching?" She asked.

"I've realized I only really need my fist... holding a sword is far to uncomfortable... and a dagger felt to small... a pole arm is far to weak... a shield much less durable in my hands... you get it... any other weapons besides my own hands is just inadequate..." he explained himself.

"Right... what about greatswords? War hammers and battle axes?" She asked.

"To slow... but if you want another truthful answer from me... hands just make this more personal" Mason then noticed the wolf. "Oh, how long you've been watching?"

"Huh?" Rebecca turned to see the boy and the other maids. "Your up and kicking... wanna join us?"

"Hush now dear... let the boy rest and play with the children..." Mason said.

"You called me dear!?" She looked away.

The wolf was a little surprised. The friendly environment, and the relationship they had was something he was not use to seeing. "We'll make sure he's taken care of." A maid said.

"Oh, do you know where elli is?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes, she's spending time with Jessica it seems." The other maid said.

"Ah man... gotcha."

"May I ask why you want to speak with her?" Mason asked.

"Not at all, actually, I feel like I should have said something sooner to you, I want to train elli, if that's alright with you?" Rebecca said.

"Train as in... like a Valkyier I assume." He guessed.

"Yup, so would you allow it master?" Rebecca asked.

"That's not up to me dear... you better convince her..." Mason said. "But, i wanna know why you think she's fit as a Valkyier."

"You saw how she moved behind those slavers... and to save the little wolf cub at that. She didn't hesitate, and I am sure she will great in battle if given time to train. She's been far to courageous and selfless to not become one..." Rebecca stated. "You saw it..."

Mason fell into thought. "Yes... I've seen her resolve, more than one in fact. I understand why you want to train her and have her be a Valkyier... I ultimately approve, but it's her choice."

"Wow... I thought you'd not approve... why do you if I might ask sir?" Rebecca asked.

"Well... when I first met that child... she was... in a... trafficking ring, I met you a week after her, if I remember... but she was brave through the tough time she was in... even helping the other children here, before I saved them... and after her display of heroism... I can say she has what it takes... but you need to be aware what your asking that poor girl love..." Mason said.

"I get ya... war and the battlefield isn't for everyone. It's draining, and I don't mean mentality... plus... I'm still an angel, the aura of a pure angel is still around her... at least... when it comes to sins... she's a good girl... maybe I was to rushed at the idea of making a warrior out of her... I didn't get much of a choice, but I can't do that to her... she might not be ready for it... though. I know I can at least make sure she's able to defend herself... what do you say sir... mind if I pick up those able for practice?" She asked of him.

"Walked up to her, lifting her chin to kiss her and nodded after. "Of course..." he smiled after.

This had her stunned as she was queit locked in place and blushing. "Mason!" She hid her face and got down curling into a ball to hide her shyness.

The little wolf was blushing himself and the other maids before they grabbed rekor to lead him away. "We'll be on our way!" They chimed.

"Haha sure..." he said.

Rebecca got up, and had her bsck turned. "I'm gonna take a bath... I'm all... sweaty from practice..."

"Right..." Mason grabbed her shoulder before she left. "I'm sweaty myself... why don't I join you..." he offered teasing her.

"Mmmhp!" She shyly twirled her fingers together. "If... that's what my lord wishes... then... please... come with, to the bath." She turned and hugged him, hiding her face against his shirt.

He softly pat her head, "Let's go then dear." He would suddenly, then grab at her hips and lips her. Carrying her, with her legs around his waist as he began to carry the queen of Valkyiers to enjoy a private bath together.