Tess backed away, whining softly and flinching away from the man. She watched warily as he turned and left the room, only then relaxing. Her paw began to throb to the beat of her heart, sharp pain penetrating her resolve every few seconds or so. Tess made a high noise in the back of her throat, and bowed down to chew at her paw and lap up the blood. Blurrily, she realized that she didn't want to get blood on Greymane's carpet, and limped outside, scaring a few chickens away. Chickens....
Throwing on a rough linen shirt and thick canvas pants, Greymane headed outside to cut some bacon out in the cellar. He saw her crouched low, ears forward, eyes fixed on one of his admittedly delicious fat hens. " I know what yer after, pup, an it is mighty tempting, but I find I get fewer eggs when I eat the best ones. If you don't mind, we can sort later and I'll let you have a cull." He ushered the chickens back towards the coop. This girl was pretty wild, he'd have to be careful with her.
