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Pet of the Huntress (SexyWriter et Madam Mim)

Jason smiled softly. "As you wish Huntress." He said softly. Then he shifted position as she held him at arm length and he gazed into her eyes, trying to read her. She though she had to be strong, to be tough, so he wouldn't challenge her. But he wasn't an idiot. Even if she admitted emotional weakness, he still couldn't overpower her- she had trained most of her life to kill his kind.

But these thoughts slipped away as she meantioned a hunt, and he smiled broadly. "I can't say no to a hunt." He said with a grin, recognizing an olive branch when he saw one.
 
"Good boy!" Red encouraged Jason with a smile and placed a kiss on his nose. "Let me get some clothes on then we can go. You'll be on your leash, of course."

Whether Jason wore clothes was up to him. Red wanted to discourage clothes as much as possible, but if he asked he wouldn't be denied. Not this time, anyway. Once they were ready she tied the leash to the loop on the front of his collar and led him out the door.

Since it was daylight and they expected to return home before dark, Red didn't take her axe, only her sword and a simple bow and quiver instead of her crossbow. They headed in the direction opposite to the lycan territories to hunt small game. Though the Huntress had a craving for rabbit tonight, anything from quail to deer would do. Food was food, and though she had salted and cured meats it was always better fresh.
 
Jason smiled softly as she kissed his nose, and then he waited patiently as she dressed. He didn't bother asking for clothing, he really didn't care- it was only if her was to be on display for others that he became more uncomfortable, though if that is what his Huntress wanted, he would deliver. But he sat patiently, and allowed her to tie the leash to his collar.

Then he shifted, but he didn't shift to his complete wolf form. It was a half-wolf, half-dog form, a form less threatening to her, and more threatening to small game. and his senses still sharpened and he could pick up the scents of animals. He padded softly after his Huntress, and out the door into the wilderness.
 
Red moved as quietly as the wolf at the end of her leash as they walked through the forest off the beaten paths. She leaned down to pet him every now and then, noting how soft his fir was. Them she spotted it. Silently she tugged on the leash to get Jason to stop, then pointed.

Red knocked an arrow and aimed for the doe about a hundred yards away. With any luck she could get it through the neck and not spoil any of the meat. Slowly she drew back, her bow creaking silently. Her thumb curved along her jaw and she flattened her elbow. This could feed th for a couple weeks, and she could trade the hides in town.
 
Jason moved quickly and quietly alongside his silent Huntress, his ear picking up the sounds of the wilderness, his nose seeking out the scent of prey. He hadn't smelled the doe when she pulled him to a stop, which meant it had likely approached from the other direction. His eyes focused on the deer as he lowered himself slightly, the instinctive pose of a wolf stalking prey.

His ears flicked slightly as her bow creaked, but his eyes remained on the doe. He wouldn't do anything without his Huntresses command, but he was ready do chase the deer down if that was what she desired.
 
Red took in a slow, deep breath and closed her eyes. She opened them as she let it out and released the arrow at the very bottom of the breath. The doe's head snapped up. She'd heard the twang of the string and started to bolt, but the arrow caught her at the base of her neck. She kept trying to run, though, thrashing about and making an awful noise of pain. Red flinched at the noise, but bent down to untie Jason's leash.

"Go finish her off," she said firmly, "but do it quickly. Spare as much meat as possible; this isn't a hunt with your pack."
 
Jason darted off after the deer, quickly catching up with it. He leaped upon the creature, pinning her to the ground and biting her at her neck, killing her quickly. Then her turned back towards the direction his Huntress was in and sat down, patiently waiting for her to approach and inspect his work. He briefly considered running off... but, truth be told, he was enjoying his interesting new life.
 
Red watched as Jason went after their prey. She smiled approvingly as he pinned the doe to the ground, but winced as he ripped out her throat. Hunting this way was easier...but definitely more gruesome. She approached once he had made sure the deer was dead and leaned down to inspect.

"Clean...straight and to the point. Good boy." She smiled and pat his head before straightening. "Now, change back and help me carry this home. I prefer not to clean my kill out where it would attract other predators, but an entire deer is too heavy for me." She attached his leash once more and waited for him to become human again.
 
Jason nodded, and began to shift, soon enough resuming his muscular, human form. It felt slightly odd to be naked out in the forest, but he pushed the feeling aside, bending down and picking up the deer, throwing the body over his shoulder as he wiped the blood from his mouth with one hand. In his animal form, he didn't mind the blood so much, but he couldn't stand the taste of it as a human. Once he had positioned the deer on his shoulder, he turned to his Huntress, waiting for her to lead the way.
 
Red eyed Jason's naked form appreciatively. She watched the way his muscles moved under his skin as he stood, then stooped and threw the deer carcass over his shoulder. It gave her a rush to be in charge of such a powerful creature, to be the one who controlled him. She smiled and tugged him down so she could kiss him gently on the lips. The tang of the deer's blood was still on his lips.

"We need to move quickly, before other predators pick up the blood trail or the body begins to go rancid," she said quietly, beginning to lead the way. Red tugged at her pet's leash, indicating that he should follow. Quietly she led the way back home to the glittering, deadly cabin.
 
Jason smiled softly as his Huntress pulled him lightly down by the collar and kissed him lightly. He returned the kiss gently, then straightened once she broke the kiss. As she began to move, he followed her obediently, placing his feet carefully, as to no make too much noise. He made more noise as a human than as a wolf, but not much, as he was a woodsman. He obediently trailed his Huntress as she led him by the leash.
 
Once Red had successfully manoeuvred them through the woods, then closed and locked the gate to the yard, she untied Jason from his leash. Something that was a bit subtle, which may have been missed if not for the gentle clanging, was a bell on the inside of the ten-foot-tall solid fence. A rope was attached and hung down the other side, with a covered peep hole at Red's eye level. People rarely wandered out to her cabin, but when they did they couldn't exactly knock.

With the gate secured firmly and Jason free to roam the yard, Red motioned for him to bring the deer around the side of the house. A rack had been set up and a wolf--a normal wolf--carcass hung from its heels, gutted and skinned. The pelt hung on a rack nearby and the offal in a covered barrel. She took out a large hunting knife and gestured at the wolf, unaware and uncaring in regards to any sensitivities Jason might have despite it not being one of his lycan brethren.

"Cut it down. String her up," she motioned to the doe with the knife, "then start butchering the meat off the other one. No sampling, but if you like to gnaw on bones in your wolf form then by all means."
 
Jason followed her quietly back to the cabin, trusting her guidance, as he hadn't been able to pinpoint the location of the structure quite yet. He wandered through the gate behind her, moving around the side of the house after her as she motioned to the rack. The sight of the hanging carcass startled him a bit at first, but the smell told him it wasn't one of his kind. But he wouldn't have been surprised.

He moved quickly to obey his Huntress, fingers working quickly to untie, then tie the knots holding the carcases up. The smell of blood and meat was tantalyzing as he began to butcher the meat, but he resisted, not wanting to suffer his Huntresses full wrath. "Huntress?" He asked softly, turning his head to glance at her. "Do you ever have visitors?" He asked. Part of him was curious how she would want him to appear when others came to the cabin, but the other part was merely curious.
 
"Hmm?" Red's eyebrows raised mildly as she ran her knife down the center of the doe's belly. She didn't flinch as the guts came spilling out into the barrel, mixing with that of the wolf's. "Oh, sometimes. They're more customers than visitors though. Wanting guidance through the forest or a lycan hunted down or some such."

The Huntress shrugged casually as she continued cleaning the carcass. "We used to get visitors more often, back when Granny was alive. She was an herbalist as well as a huntress, and one Hell of a baker." She smiled in fond remembrance. "But then Peter..." Red paused, only for a few seconds, then shook her head. "Anyway, people stopped visiting. Not unless they needed something killed, anyway. People started to say we were witches, the evil baby-eating kind. So occasionally if they needed a spell or a poison they'd come by, too. But then Granny died and I guess they just don't think I'm as good at being an evil witch."

Red chuckled, but there was a tiny note of sadness in it. Sometimes she missed being around people.
 
If Jason had been in his wolf form, his ears would have flicked at the name. Peter. The second time the name had surfaced and his Huntress had skirted around telling him who this mysterious man was. He didn't probe deeply into it yet. He would wait for a while before delving into her troubled past. He nodded softly at her words, standing aside to be out of her way, awaiting more instructions. He laughed softly at her mention of "evil witch".

"I can assure you that the pack thinks you are a mighty fine 'evil witch'." He said with a small smile. It was true. Half the pack believed she had some mystical sense that told her when someone was a lycan.
 
Red chuckled quietly and returned the smile. It was one of the few genuine smiles she'd graced him with which hadn't been bitter, sad, or mocking. Slowly, very slowly, she was beginning to genuinely warm up to her pet in a way that was a little more intimate than possessive. She skinned the deer quickly and with skill.

"Well, who's to say I don't have a bit of magic in my blood?" she suggested, her smile becoming mischievous. "Butcher this one too. My arms are getting sore and there's still cleaning and cooking to do." She seemed to have realized just how much her hardened exterior was chipping away and worked hard to recover it.
 
(Sorry about the wait)

Jason was glad to see a genuine smile on Red's face, somehow it made her more real, more like a person than an impersonal Huntress. Then when she asked her question, followed by some instructions, he wentto work before responding. "I wouldn't doubt it for an instant, Huntress." He said. He could almost feel the two of them drawing slowly closer, becoming more trusting of each other.
 
Red chuckled. "What? Have I got you under my spell already?" She reached up to ruffle his hair then kissed his cheek fondly before going to the pump to wash her hands off before looking around for a moment.

"Ever have so much to do you don't know where to start, so you just don't do any of it?" she asked absently. Red was long used to having conversations with people who weren't there. But at least she knew they weren't there, and she used that consistently to check if she'd become a loony forest hermit yet, as she was convinced she one day would be.

"I think...dinner. Cleaning after, since we'll have dirty dishes anyway. But I'll salt this while you're taking care of that. Deer tastes better fresh."
 
Jason laughed. "Well, I like living here with you, so perhaps." he said with a smile, continuing his work. "And yes, I understand that completely. But remember that you have me to assist, so you needn't do too much work yourself." He said, giving her a small smile. Somehow, he was beginning to trust this woman, despite her hidden past.

"But dinner sounds wonderful." he said with a laugh, finishing his job before turning to glance at her. "How can I help you?"
 
"Good boy; you're learning quickly." Red gave an approving nod, but was careful not to smile. They were becoming too familiar too quickly; at this rate she might be in danger of actually having a friend. Clearing her throat, she looked over at the deer Jason had butchered.

"There's some thyme and rosemary in the garden. Go pick some and start preparing a couple of portions for us." She tried to sound bossy as she had previously, but wasn't sure if it had worked. "And do it quickly; the sun will be down soon and you'll have to bathe to get my scent off you before returning to your pack."
 
Jason gave her a small nod before moving away to the garden, using his keen sense of smell to pick out the correct herbs, then began to pick and divide them as instructed. It was odd, Red's natural instinct to push away those close to her. He wondered why she did it, but couldn't come up with a good reason. He supposed it could have been growing up here, in the forest, where the only things you could trust were your senses.

He wasn't sure how he felt about returning to his pack. On one hand, they were his people, and they hunted with him, but on the other, he was starting to almost... enjoy life with Red. But he would do as she bid, returning to his pack to give her the information she wanted.
 
As Jason prepared the deer, Red salted the wolf, deep in thought. Nobody had touched her so tenderly since Peter; nobody had really ever cared for her the way Peter had. Even if they had, she wouldn't have let them for very long. His memory was sacred in her heart, not to be touched by anything or anyone. But maybe it was time to start...

No. Anna had let people in years ago and they had been killed or hurt. It was better to be alone than to have the blood of the innocent on her hands. Besides, werewolves had killed her love! She wasn't going to let the first being to reach her since be some filthy lycan! She was out to make a point, that was all! She would make him crawl and beg, the way she had crawled and begged at the feet of the gods to bring him back to her. But whatever deities existed had met her pleas with silence, and so too would Jason get only silence to his begging.

Embracing her pain and anger once again, Red drew herself up to her full height and laid the salted wolf meat out to dry. Looking at Jason's handiwork, she nodded.

"Good," she said curtly. "Now build a fire so we can.get.this cooked. Maybe if you're lucky, I'll make you my bitch again one last time before you go clean yourself."
 
Jason detected a small change in her tone as she gave him the new orders, and he smiled slightly. "Yes, Huntress." Despite the role he had in this Huntress/pet relationship, he couldn't help but enjoy the fact that she, a beautiful human girl, being in charge of him, a muscular, powerful, lycan. While thinking, he moved to get wood from the wood pile and began stacking it to build the fire. The two of them did have an odd relationship. One moment, he though he might have a place in her heart somehow, another moment she seemed cold and heartless.

Jason had never loved, but part of him was wondering if he was beginning to.

But could he trust her?! she was a hunter and killer of his kind! Could he trust her at all?
 
Walking around to the garden, Red seemed lost in thought. A few minutes later she returned with a few carrots and onions. She knelt in front of a stump and began cutting the vegetables, watching Jason warily out of the corner of her eye. He was getting too comfortable already and he'd only been with her one day. When he got back she would have to tie him up and find something to punish him for. Even though he really was being a good pet.

"When you're done building that fire, pump that cauldron full of water," she mumbled. She didn't make eye contact, lest he get the idea that he was worthy of that respect.
 
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