Of collars and chains;
It was not oft that such a creature would be offered to sold, though from his impressive pedigree and sire record, the number clipped to his name was blissfully out of reach for so many eager breeders. He was of good stock, a brilliant display of the raw power that came with a wolf, but so obedient and keen to a stern hand. Derek was a perfect candidate to fill the empty space at her side, a strong willed creature that would be good for company and even better to keep her life intact and steady.
And such a beautiful creature he was.
Yes, he would do quite well.
Logan adjusted the sleeves of her blouse gently, her eyes straying from the floor up to the seller who looked quite shocked to have his asking price for his prized wolf to be offer and paid in full. "Come now," She sighed, tapping the edge of her watch with an impatient finger, "I would quite like to take my pet and be on my way, sir. Do not try my patience, you have your money, now where is my dog?"