After all of this... He begins to realize who he was. How stupid he was to think such a simple dream could happen as lifestock. 'Store away that dream young wolf of the moon... Do not howl until the gold moon turns to silver.' He wipes away his tears, nodding in response. "I'm sorry, I won't think that way again Lady Tia." He bows in an apologetic manner once again, looking to her. "You spared me, and all I was thinking of something I haven't earned. I will do only my best to earn being your pet, and nothing more, oh great Mistress..." 'Let nothing speak until you come forth, oh damned of the wolf.' A voice begins to sing in his head. What was that voice? He had no idea but... It sounded soothing. He looked much more calm as of now, not looking like an absolute brat whining to a mother. No, she isn't your mother. She's simply your merciful master, only that and only that alone.