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You waited patiently outside of the grand doors, gloved hands in your lap as you sat in the excessively cushioned chair. This was designed by an omega, you could bet your next week's worth of food on that. They loved their pillows.
But that was no surprise considering where you currently were. A kingdom run by omegas after the uprising defeated the alphas that ran these lands 50 years ago. There was nothing that was tailored to alphas anymore - if there was, it was not for their comfort.
No matter. You finished your job, and you could finally leave this tyrant run kingdom, and go to the next one. Maybe this time you won't have to get to work so quickly. And if you were, maybe it wouldn't be ruled by a power-tripping omega.
You suppressed a snort of laughter. Fat chance. It's just going to be a power-tripping alpha next time then. What's the difference?
When are you going to find a fair kingdom to rest your head? You're not asking for much, are you?
A guard walked out of the room you were waiting outside of. They were shorter than you but were very physically built well, you could tell that much even under the armour they were wearing. No doubt a kick would be able to break a couple of bones.
Ah, the perks of an omega. Bottom heavy, and kicked like a bull. No wonder they could handle walking around in such heavy armour.
"You may enter." He states, placing the spear in front of himself as if allowing you entry this way. It may have been strange for a singular guard to be here, protecting someone so high-ranking, but you would say that it just showed the confidentially of your work.
"Thank you." You respond, standing up from your seat to open the door.
The sickeningly sweet smell is what hits you first. Really, you aren't sure why it takes you by surprise, you could smell it from outside with your strong nose, not to mention that you've already met them. She smelt better than the finest vanilla on the market, more addicting than rich cocoa beans you've had the rare pleasure of indulging once in your pitiful life. It drenched anyone in a feeling of temporary bliss before you forcefully snapped yourself out of it.
If you weren't a beta, you'd surely be clamouring at her feet. These pheromones were nicking away at you, no wonder she was so high-ranking in this new society.
She beckoned you over to sit opposite her soft couch, on another one almost as equally decorated with far too many cushions and blankets as hers. You accept and exchange the typical greetings before she changes the subject.
"I made you tea." She offers up, "I hope this is to your liking. I've gathered from your past clients that you enjoy in treats like this."
"...Thank you." You say, weighing up the options in your head of potential poisoning and courtesy before reaching for your own cup at an appropriate time. You doubt there’s much poison out there that could kill you now, considering the immunity you must have built up over the years. "Though, I trust this won't be the only 'treat' I receive for my efforts...?"
She let out an airy laugh, "oh! Of course not, what you've done matters greatly in keeping the rule of this land." She giggles out, as if you were speaking utter nonsense to her when you spoke those words. "I'm just pleased, Huntress. I couldn't have imagined a better result."
"There’s no need for flattery. You hired me, and I simply carried out what you asked. Nothing more, and nothing less." You say, accepting one of the tarts she extended out to you as she finished speaking.
"Well, I'm glad that I was able to get a hold of you before those pesky resistance members did." She replies. You try not to think about any underlying messages she's sending to you before she adds onto her sentence and you couldn't help reading into it. "It would be reassuring to not worry about that ever again."
You have no loyalty. That makes you useful, yet dangerous.
"I constantly travel, in search of... prey." You say, biting into the strawberry tart. The jam leaked out and dribbled down your lip. Instinctively, you swiped it back up with the tip of your thumb, forgetting your gloved hands and got a taste of steely leather alongside jam. Sweet. "I doubt there would be a need for you to be worried."
"Mhm? Does that life not get tough?" At the shake of your head, she continues. "That's good to hear. Though, if you were to stay, I'll make sure you will always have your fill."
"That's generous of you, but I - as I'm sure you can smell - am a beta. That's just not our style."
"Ah, I understand. Just as I enjoy many things because of my role." She sighs contently, "sweets, flowers, alp... Oh! How rude of me!" She gasped, bringing a hand in front of her mouth to cover it. "You must be awaiting your payment, I'll get that sorted right away." She then lets out some more chirps, presumably alerting something of a command of sorts. Maybe the guard outside the door? That seems likely.
"Sorry? I didn't quite catch that last part." You asked, wondering what she was blissfully listing out before her mind ran off.
"Last part?"
"When you were naming things you liked?"
"Oh, that!" She says, resting the small ceramic cup on top of her lap. "I was just about to say alphas."
"Alphas? But you hired me to..." Kill some.
"Yes, I don't like those ones." She says, now tightening her grip on the cup in her hands. "They should repent for the past, they're incredibly violent and angry, aren't they?" She asks but doesn't actually leave room for any rebuttal. "But even so, nature made us omegas and alphas to be drawn to one another. And if it has to be that way, they're much better serving us. No?"
"...I see."
She picked up on your reluctance, and sighed through her nose, like a teacher ready to slowly explain why their student was wrong thinking that. "Don't misunderstand, they're much better this way. They're built to endure more, and so they're being put to work properly."
"But you still like them?"
"There are many charms, but I suppose it would be difficult for you to understand, given your secondary gender." She ends with a smile. It was still as sweet as ever, like it could never be spoiled or rotten, despite the fact she already was.
You let out a small laugh of agreement, as you set down your empty cup. "yes. I won't understand."
"Don't worry, that's why I want to show you the charms of one."
You blinked at her with genuine confusion. "Excuse me?"
The conversation was interrupted by a knock on the thick doors. "What perfect timing." She says, clapping her hands together in pure excitement, before calling out to the person on the other side. "Come in!"
The door opened, and the first thing that came in was the guard that was standing outside the room, he had something in his hand. A chain? Something like that doesn't suit the aesthetic of this luxurious room, just what was he leading into the room-?
Your heart dropped the moment you realised what she was giving you.
"So you see, I was thinking hard about what to give you on top of the payment. Your payment system is quite unheard of," she explains. "I thought of a feast, or perhaps some jewellery of some kind, but then the thought struck me! What could be better than showing you the results of what you do?"
The guard tugged on the chain, and the person walked in obediently. An alpha. Your eyes were drawn from the chain in the guard's hands all the way to the muzzle connected to the man. The basket muzzle chained around his mouth, covering his face from the bottom of his jaws to the bridge of his nose, there was an additional metal bar gagging him, forcing him to drool over it as it exposed his fangs.
It didn't stop there, his hands were encased in more metal, not even allowing you to see the state of it. His feet didn't have anything trapping them though, not even shoes. Dragging your eyes back up, you merely glanced at the large chastity cage. No clothes anywhere, nothing to hide the abundance of scars that littered wherever the eye could see. You forcefully pulled away from the sight of him. The whole scene reminded you of an animal being led to its slaughter.
"This is one of the champions of the alphas in the dog fights we have." She says in a proud tone as if it was one of her own achievements, and it could have very well been if she was the one whipping them into shape. And there was definitely whipping involved. "I was careful choosing an alpha, I didn't want just any random one to be gifted away. So I picked one that would be a fighter, I think it suits you." She says, her tone making the situation reek of normality to you. "It's also well-endowed, I imagine that it would get lonely on the road."
Don’t need him.
"...Dog fights?" You prompt, having only heard fragments of such things.
She blinked in surprise. "You've never seen one?" You shook your head in response. "It's just a place where omegas pit their alphas to fight against each other, mostly for betting money, or depending on the overseer, just for entertainment. At the end, the alphas then get a reward depending on how well they did, or how poorly they were defeated. There's a multitude of reasons. It's quite a popular event, I'm surprised you haven't seen one before!"
"I tend not to stay in one place for too long, so I usually don't find the time for such things," you lowered the cup in your hands, placing it back onto the table with a hollow 'click'.
"Ah, no matter." She lets out another chirp, making the guard bring the alpha closer to the table, you didn't make eye contact with him, not because you were purposefully avoiding so, but because the alpha had seemed to receive orders to keep his eyes lowered towards the ground. "I brought you one for you as a payment, I trust you will put it to good use."
Honestly, you didn't want him. Even if that sounded cruel. Logically, you didn't have any use for him: your job is done better alone, you're already plenty strong and could handle the vast majority of situations yourself - anything you couldn't you just avoided, and travelling with another just meant another mouth to feed. Emotionally?
You were afraid.
"Huntress?" She called out, you looked over to her. "Are you not happy with your gift? I can let you pick yourself, if you'd be happier with a female."
You hadn't realised that the polite smile slipped off your face, and quickly plastered it back on. "No, it's not that."
Even if you wanted to tell her your thoughts on keeping him, you knew of the power she had, even if she wasn't at the top, she was still fairly high up in the court. And that just wasn't worth the hassle at the moment, you can deal with the situation later and think about it.
"That's great, I'll give you the rest of the reward then, and you can be on your merry way." She chirped again, this time a higher pitch, and the guard moved closer to you, offering the chain to you. Reluctantly, you took it, and watched him swiftly retrieve the rest of your payment in a connecting room, closing the door behind him quietly.
The chain looked tough and new. They must have replaced it just for you, since you doubt that they would replace the confinements on his regularly and maintain it. They shouldn't have, considering that you were going to get rid of it. But since they were so generous, you could probably sell it for a pretty sum. Yeah. Some merchants you know would be willing to part with a few coins for something of this quality.
"Are you happy with it, Huntress?" The omega asked with the sparkling eyes in the world. "I can assure you that he is fully trained to follow every command you wish, and if there's anything not to your pleasing, well, I'm sure you know what to do in that instance."
"...Yes."
"But do be careful, I have full trust in your strength, but alphas are dangerous, so I don't recommend feeding one too often or letting it out of the chains. It's for your safety."
"I understand, thank you." You say, your hand with the chain deathly still but slack. You didn't want to look at the poor man standing near you. It was tough enough to look at him once with neutral eyes, but you're sure the second time you would be filled with pity. "If I may ask, what time does the kingdom gates open tomorrow?"
"Leaving so soon?" She pouted. "Well, if you must, it opens at sunrise, but if there's rain, then it will open when all the guards for morning duty have finished their morning routine."
"It's been a pleasurable stay here in this kingdom, but I must return back to the roads." You answer, and the door opened again from the omega guard. Thank God. You wanted out of this place already.
"My Lady." He says, offering it to the other omega, to which she took it from him with a polite thanks in return.
"Here you are, Huntress." She says, "the rest of your payment."
You take the pouch from her and opened it, checking the contents before nodding to yourself. Gold coins, a bundle of keys. There was a nice heft to them. "Thank you for the business." You simply answer back, extending your hand out.
She stared at it for a moment, before reluctantly reaching out her own hand and shaking yours. She retreated as quickly as she could. "I'm sorry, I know that betas shake one another's hands, and you are wearing gloves, but I..."
You nodded in understanding. "Don't worry, my scent is faint and will never linger long. If that is not the case, simply rinse it off. Now if you excuse me," you stood up, feeling that the conversation had reached its end. "Farewell, my lady."
"Farewell, Hunteress." She says with a small wave and the same sweet smile as the first time you saw her.
You wordlessly walked out of the castle grounds, reaching a secluded area in the town where you had booked a room the day before. The man running the place lifted his head from the desk as he heard the bell from the door chime.
"Oh? You bought an alpha?" He snarls, his hand ever stopping from writing. Judging by his looks, he might have been born before the omega uprising. That explains the angry scent you sniffed from the air.
"Something like that." You answer back, placing one silver coin on the desk. "I booked a room yesterday? Under the name Huntress."
"Ah yes, yes..." He says sliding the coin towards him then turning to the wall and grabbing the correct key number. You held your hand out ready to take it, but just before he dropped it into your hands he waggled it with a stern tone. "Don't let your alpha dirty the place up, you hear me?"
Although his scent was starting to fade away with age, you could still tell that he was an omega, not a beta. Great, you should have realised that yesterday, they hate any speck of dirt in their territory. Now you have to be extra careful. "Of course."
The keys clinked into your hands. "Good, it's on the ground floor, just go through there and you'll find it. The key is numbered with your door number."
"Thank you." You reply back, walking over to your room and quickly finding it.
After letting the alpha in, you locked the room shut. You didn't miss the way he shyed away from the loud bang you accidentally shut the door with. It would have been unnoticeable for the average person, but you've learned to keep an eye out for any signs of movement. "Sorry, that was a tad loud, wasn't it? I'll remember that next time."
He didn't respond, but it wasn't like he could have anyways. You let the chain fall to the ground as you walked over to the fireplace, throwing a few of the logs in along with a match. It started glowing with faint ambers, slowly building its way up to soothing flames. He stayed completely still as you walked around the room, inspecting the place after leaving your belongings by the side of the bed.
"Stay here, okay? I won't be gone long, and I'll keep the door unlocked in case of an emergency." You say, after being unable to find what you wanted. He bobbed his head in response, still standing with a straight back.
He eyed your worn-out leather bag but didn't dare move from his spot. The thought of escape was tempting but impossible.
Just like you promised, you returned shortly after. He watched you carefully walk in with a bucket of water and a towel under your arm, gently shutting the door with your shoe this time, not making a noise.
"Here, come here." You say, patting the area near the fireplace, as you crouched down low to steadily place the bucket full of water.
He obediently moved over, picking up the chain on the floor so it wouldn't drag across the room. "Ah, no you can drop that." You say, pointing at his hands. "You won't need that, you can drop it if you want."
Hesitantly, he dropped it, and tensed his muscles in anticipation of causing the loud 'clack' on the wooden floor. He only received a 'thanks' in response. You think that it confused him a little since he blinked at you with a strange look in his eyes.
"Okay, if you don't mind, could you crouch down a little?" You ask, now stepping behind him. He hears the jangling of something metal and tenses himself further. You could see the scars on his back better as he bent his knees down. Mostly bite and scratch marks. Though the most prominent were the large stripes down his back. Leather lashings. You frowned.
It was never good to see how some people treated the other dynamics.
You reached down and gripped the back of the muzzle, quickly shoving the key in and unlocking it as fast as you could to reduce any amount of discomfort you were causing. He clenched his jaw tightly.
He must be scared. You couldn't blame him.
You slowly did the next parts so as to not alarm him - pulling the muzzle away from his face and lowering it to the ground before doing the same to the bar in his mouth. You were expecting a string of saliva connecting it, but nothing came out. Dehydrated?
...Did the feeding part she told you about also apply to hydrating him as well?
Considering that you knew there was an abundance of clean running water in the nearby surrounding areas, this treatment was just revolting.
You brought your attention back to the man, reaching out to grab his hands, twisting the key in those encasings as well, dropping the metal with a loud thud as you didn't bother to catch it this time.
He didn't have a reaction this time and it worried you more, his eyes were glued to the floor, not daring to make eye contact with you as the metal was placed onto the floorboards so as to not frighten him.
You're still scaring him, he's frozen still along with his breathing. You're shit at this comfort thing - being comforting and comforted. At least it's not expected of you.
"...Would you like me to remove your other chains as well?"
He stayed silent, unsure if he should answer you verbally or not - he's never really been given the option before but settles with how he always does it. A nod with his mouth sealed shut.
You reach out and take off the chastity cage. You wonder if it's really for chastity, or if it's just for protection during fighting. Not that you'd be asking that question anytime soon. Or ever, in fact.
"There." You say, tucking the keys back in your pockets, and kicking the metal accessories to the far walls, you don’t want him to potentially pull one over on you - though you seriously doubt he would, it’s not a risk you would take.
Next, you take your bag over to the fireplace as well, taking out a large knife and heating it over the fire without another word.
Your plan was to heat the knife and when it gets hot enough submerge/stir it in the bucket to warm the water since the bucket was made out of wood. However, the alpha in the room seemed to think you had other plans in mind for it as he visibly started shaking at the sight of the piping hot metal in your hands. The thought of slave marking crossed your mind and you quickly rushed it out.
His eyes refused to leave the glowing knife, his jaw clenching hard until you dumped it into the bucket, stirring the contents with the tool. He blinked.
You continued on, pretending that you didn't see his agitated trembling, idly swishing the knife in the water before dipping your finger alongside it, checking the temperature. You repeated this process before reaching an acceptable temperature.
Leaving the knife inside to cool it off, you dipped the towel in the water, and then wrung out the excess out. Good, it was wet enough.
"...Shall I do this, or would you like to do it yourself?" You ask, finally turning to him and not just observing out of the corner of your eye like some creep.
He seemed confused, and you lifted your arm and made a cleaning motion with it. He still seemed confused, his eyebrows meeting each other.
You sighed, then slowly reached out to grab one of his arms, giving him time to yank away if he seemed uncomfortable and rubbed his skin with the towel. He let you - whether that was out of the obedience training he must have been forced through or he was actually okay with you touching him, he let you take a hold of him.
Whatever the reason, it was good enough for you, and you wrapped the towel around his forearm, scrubbing him down.
He wasn't actually too dirty, but there was most definitely the smell of sweat stuck to him. He smelt of charcoal, a ting of bitter firewood and slightly musky. Better than the majority of alphas, you thought. The charcoal could actually be quite nice, and it wasn't overpowering like most alphas. The musk wasn't too appealing for most betas, but omegas seem to love it. Not that it was faint - it was unmistakable - but it was actually quite a pleasant experience for your strong nose as you mostly smelt the charcoal.
You squeezed the towel down on some parts of his arm, making it release more water before continuing to rub the sweet smell off. It seemed that a lot of omegas had handled him before giving him over to you - you could smell an assortment of sweet scents clinging to him. And various other scars that littered his body, but you found them more and more commonplace with his body.
...Speaking of, what should you do with him?
You dipped the towel back in the bucket, wringing it out again before travelling further up his arm.
It wouldn't do good to sell him here - chances are that he'll be recognisable to many people if these dog fights were as popular as the omega made them out to be, not to mention that he's supposed to be a 'champion', whatever that meant - so that's not an option.
Well, it was, if you didn't care about ruining relations with the omega, and you couldn't be bothered explaining to her why you sold her gift the very next day you received him. You're sure you could think of something to say, I’d push came to shove, but that seems like a lot of effort.
Another choice was to take him out of the kingdom and let him die in the woods. It's not like anyone would find out, but that's not exactly kind of you to do. Though it would be extremely easy for you, so maybe you shouldn’t actually cross that off yet.
That leaves you with the final option, and the most annoying in your humble, cruel, opinion. Take him to the next town and leave him there to start a new life. You're sure that there are a few alpha run places that are in the neighbouring regions, and even if it's not run by alphas, you could just sell him off and get a couple of coins off some omegas - there’s a thriving slave market consisting of all dynamics everywhere, it’s been around for centuries. You doubt that your beta merchant pals would buy or take him off your hands.
And send him back to the same kind of life?
You must have squeezed too tightly or something because you're brought out of your thoughts by an expertly suppressed growl. You snapped your head up to face him. Just because it wasn't heard by those omegas doesn't mean it'll slip past your radar.
"Is something wrong?" You asked, stilling your movement.
He met your eyes, and you never quite realised just how steely they were. They looked strong, you didn't expect that. He opened his mouth, then closed it, worried about speaking back. Just as he went to shake his head in a ‘no’, you spoke.
"Oh, right." Duh, that's why he's been quiet as an owl. "You can speak if you want."
He slowly nodded, his eyes scanning you cautiously, as if even looking at you wrong could result in something undesirable. "...Your hand." He murmurs, not breaking eye contact with you.
"Yes?" You prodded, glancing to where your hand was. Pressing up against his collar bone and curled up into the crook of his neck. "Sorry, are you injured there?"
"No. It's just that my scent glands are right there." He hesitated. You noticed his slight sniff. Was he checking your scent? "I... I don't know if yours are like alphas or omegas, but they're... sensitive."
"Ah." You moved your hand away, putting the towel back in the bucket. He refused to break eye contact like a trained dog. Or was he challenging you? That’s interesting. "Then, would you like to clean yourself instead?"
He took a deep breath in before answering you, mentally preparing the courage to do so. "...Yes please."
"That's fine," you stood up from your kneeling position, "I'll just be checking over my items then."
"...Thank you." He says after a brief pause as if he wasn't expecting that response from you.
"It’s nothing." You respond back, opening your bag to check your food supply for the journey to come and scooting closer to the fire as a chill overtook your body.
It’s decided.
You’re going to take him out of this region before winter to an alpha run land for him to live his life out. It’ll be tough, but it’s better than your other two options.
It’s not because you’re nice. Because you aren’t, you’re a paid hunter for any kind of animal. It’s also not because you somehow came to a sudden epiphany about how there shouldn’t be any slaves in the first place, because you knew that from the start. And no, you don’t have a saviour complex (you think, though you’ve got a lot of issues, so maybe this is another for the list). But you're going to do it anyway.
Your parents always said that all life should be free.
"...Say, what's your name?"
"You have to decide for me." He replies back, turning back to face you as he spoke. He hasn’t broken his crouching position. You briefly wonder if it was uncomfortable for him before you shifted your attention back to his response.
"What? Have you no name?"
He seemed to have thought your words over until he remembered the situation he was in. "...My name will be the one you give me. Slaves don't have any names."
"Did your parents not give you one?"
"My parents..." He shook his head, as if shaking away the memory. That was rather insensitive of you. "I used to have one, but..."
"Then use it,” you say, “it’s best you don’t forget these things. It’s your first gift from your loved ones. Unless, obviously you don't want to, then you don't use it.”
Though he seemed confused by the second part of your words, he listened regardless, his posture loosening. "...Tylan."
"Very well, Tylan. It's a pleasure to meet you." You lazily extended a hand out to him. "You can address me as Huntress."
"...Huntress?" He asks while eyeing your outstretched hand with a befuddled expression.
"It's a title."
"I see." He glances down again, your hand still reached out. "And...?" He motions to your hand.
You wanted to laugh, it's been a while since you've met someone so unfamiliar with beta's behaviour - at least the omega from this afternoon knew what you were trying to do, but you held back. "It's called a handshake. Betas do it to scent one another and collect information on the other party. We tend to grasp each other's wrists to scent, but I understand that you're an alpha, so I'll restrict myself to just your palm." You explain, "Though I do it so they understand that I'm not hiding any weapons on me right now, it's multipurpose."
"Ah, okay." He reaches for your hand, and awkwardly hovers over it, unsure if he should really grasp it or not. You make the decision for him, using your other hand to move his into yours. Then lifted, and dropped.
"There." You say, letting go of him. "That wasn't bad, hopefully?"
He stared at his hand for a moment before bringing it up to his nose. "No, it wasn't."
"Is my scent really that hard to smell?" You jokingly ask, watching him press his nose against his palm. "I've seen your nose twitching every time you get close, is it that bad?." You already knew the answer (a resounding 'yes'), but you wanted to mess with him a little.
He snapped his head back over to you, his shoulders tensing up again. "No, mast- Huntress."
The slight quirk in the corner of your lips fell, returning to a neutral position. "...Say, you don't have to..." See me as higher than you? Be afraid of me? Would he even understand me? "...Never mind. Don't worry about it."
He just looked even more frightened by your words but stayed silent.
You turned away from him. "...I'm going out. You're free to go to sleep whenever you like." You quickly ran through you head anything else he needed while you were gone as you swung your bag securely under your coat. "The key will be in the lock, so if there's an emergency use it. If you need to use the toilet, dump the water out the window and use the bucket. Lock the window when you're done."
"Yes." He responded back, trained in him to do so.
"...If someone knocks, it's not me. Don't open it."
"Yes."
You nod your head towards him once more and shut the door behind you, not moving away from it until you heard the 'click' of the lock moving in place.
You weren't worried in the slightest about him being a flight risk. Because even if he somehow ran to the other side of the world, you knew with confidence you'd be able to track him down to the hair. And it'll be good to give him some space, he might need some time to process today. What's more important for you right now was to prepare for tomorrow.
Walking out of the inn, you were quickly met with a pigeon cooing at the sight of you, perched on the little crook of the inn's sign. You held your hand out, and it flapped down, resting its claws on your sleeve.
You took the letter from its leg, scratching the back of its head in thanks. The parchment wasn't too creased and didn't reek of the bird, so you assume that it hasn't been too long since this was sent out.
"To Huntress,
If you're reading this, then you've already reached the city and found our carrier pigeon's old home. I assume you've already finished your hunt. The payment will be handed over to you when you leave the city gates, I'll be there with my pack. Don't leave me in the cold for long, though I trust that you'll finish it quickly.
From your friend,
Theo
PS: Please help little Franky into his home. When we had to leave, my dad says that they shut the place shut. Don't let him freeze over the night. Feed him while you're at it. He's a hungry fella.
PSS: You'll need to buy food. Nothing in that place is good for him anymore."
You snorted to yourself. That was fast of him, he never does anything unless it's related to money or business. Typical beta. It was funny how different the two of you were but both of you were the picture-perfect view of a beta.
You sneakily climbed your way up to the top of the inn, finding the little bird home they were talking about. Franky found his way over to your shoulder, watching your actions with his little beady eyes before you cracked open the metal latch of the bird's home. He flew right in.
You slunk your way back down onto the cobbled road, seamlessly blending into the shadows of the streets and ran your mind back to what it was doing before you got distracted.
Buy some new arrows, a knife would be good, rope, some sugar or sweet food, another bag, and clothes fit for an alpha. The last one might be easier for Theo to do. It might be a bit hard to find any suitable clothes for an alpha in this place.
You hummed to yourself, before mentally adding another to the list.
Bird food. (For Franky)