"Privelage..." he muttered to himself, practically chewing the word between his teeth. It certainly didn't feel like a privelage. It felt like a cage... and it was made worse without his Master.<br/><br/><em>Master... why leave Remus here...</em><br/><br/>He moodily picked at his food with the fork, slightly tearier then he was before, ripping into a cut of meat and growling as he chewed it. He remained silent, stewing, letting the resentment and abandonement sink in.