His stomach growls loudly and Jaerlynne curses. "Damn, I'm so hungry, what I would give for a side of juicy beef now," he says.<br/><br/>At the mention of meat, his mouth begins to water, and saliva spills from his mouth. Wiping his mouth with a paw, he swallows. His parched throat burns from the lack of water and his tongue is all dry. Yawning loudly and stretching his arms and legs, rattleing the chains that bind him, Jaerlynne waits for his master to return. Soon drowsiness and fatigue take their toll and Jaerlynne drifts off to sleep. For the evening hours come and go without incident, he the wolf' slave opens his eyes, streams of golden sunlight fall on his snow-white coat, making it sparkle. Several hours have passed when Jaerlynne wakes up. He freezes as he sees a figure in the doorway. Unable to make out the identity of the figure, he curls up into a ball and watches as the figure moves closer and closer to him. The very presence of the figure is extremely powerful and makes the wolf slave wonder what is the true identity of the figure. The cold touch of steel against flesh is a constant feeling for him. Being a slave of the vampires for all these years, he is used to it. Sure he does not like the feeling, but he has no choice but to live with it. The dark room lights up at the beginings of dawn shine through the large windows in the room. As the dark figure moves closer to him, Jaerlynne politely bows and kneels to the figure.<br/><br/>"Welcome back, master, how was your night, he asks as politely as possible, not wanting to offend his master. As the figure pauses at the door for a moment, Jaerlynne speaks again.<br/>What is wrong master, is something troubling you, he asks. Then as the figure looks up, he groes silent knowing that it is now his master's turn to speak now. Sitting down, with his tail swishing back and forth with anticipation, Jaerlynne swallows and waits with baited breath to hear what his master has to say.