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This has become a daily morning routine for us, Phobos standing firmly behind me forelimbs confining my being between his muscular flesh and the counter whilst examining me cook and me luxuriating in the warmness he bestows me with. He relishes it, the way I prepare our meals, the way I aim at the dishes and converse of their names or how they are made. My passion he finds fascinating.

Slicing the banana into thin slabs directly inside the porridge that is simmering in the pot I add a teaspoon of cacao nibs for flavour. My moon blessed directs at it with curiosity as I beam up at him. "I am making banoffee porridge. It is not too sugary, you shall like it." He then points at the small pieces of pounded cacao beans with interest peeking back at me for my answer. "These are cacao nibs. They are a great source of magnesium."

"Magezium?" He tests it from his mouth, the word is foreign to him. He has not learnt of it before. Yet when you learn to cook certain things are taught to you such as the health benefits of each dish and raw produce.

"No, Magnesium. It plays a significant role in muscle purpose and bone durability." I answer drizzling a dash of agave nectar for that sweetness. He rapidly hones in on the tube I hold whilst a chuckle leaves my lips at his pup like regard. My male wants to know about everything. "This one is agave nectar. It possesses anti-inflammatory and immune-boosting attributes. It is good for your health, Phobos."

Stirring the homemade porridge inspecting the density of it I lovingly scoop some onto the wooden spoon raising it to my lips to blow on it so I can cool it down in case it would burn his tongue. "Here, have a taste," I whisper shifting to him hoisting the spoonful to his anticipating mouth as he stoops down to consume it all up in one bite. My eyes linger on his as I await steadily for his thoughts.

His globes swell mildly to the tingles that erupt over his taste buds, his reactions inform me everything. He fancies it. With a grin on my face, I pour the piping hot porridge into a petite bowl and hand it to him. It shall keep his belly full until his next meal.

Phobos is hasty to capture my wrist and escort me towards the table. He craves to feed me, to eat together sharing one meal as we regularly do. It makes him feel fulfilled and his beast calm that in a way he caters for his female. I extract my hand delicately from his as he promptly halts and gazes back at me in a puzzle. "I cannot today, I have already eaten. I must go tend to my training."

There is a swift downward sink of his lips, his upsetness of the truth shown for me to decipher and it seems as though he is sulking. He trudges towards the table shoulders sagged, head bowed. His every deed I can understand with accuracy, it portrays to me a striking glimpse of his true emotions. I have been getting more skilled at it, reading him. Perhaps it is because I grew up with my male and spent five years of my life beneath his wing. "I shall eat dinner with you when I return after sundown, Phobos."

Ocean blues peer up to collide with mine, a gleam of contentment radiates from beneath his lashes. He is pleased with my statement. With a dallying glance at him whilst he comfortably eats the oatmeal, I exit the warmth of our cabin sauntering towards my designated place for the day.

I was given several duties each morning after that evening I scoured the cattle's faeces. I do not understand how this equips me to become their Luna worthy of the skull throne but I do not mind, it has been quite a...bizarre experience indeed.

"Luna." Vdce approaches me with her judging eyes and a devoted flock of females as always. She informed me she had been idling for several years to deliver those females she disciplined to the Luna for she trained them for me. If I prove myself to her those females would be mine to lead. Mine to do with what I please.

"Vdce," I express my greeting meant only for her. I have begun calling her by her title as the rest do for I am not her Luna yet, she made sure to instil that in my mind numerous times. Only after I have been accepted as such shall I beckon her by her name. I am uninformed of her name either. "What is my responsibility for today?"

"You have not one but two." She responds and I stiffen. Merely one chore a day exhausts me draining my being down to the brink of my energy. I do not know how I am to survive two. "You will milk the cows first. Our hens have laid fresh eggs, you shall go fetch them and place them all in this basket. Today no wolf shall help you." She hands me a large woven basket that I strive to take from her hands. It holds its own weight to it which I struggle to carry.

This is often the situation, there is no proper dialogue between us. She gives out the direction and I follow it with neither hesitance nor any opposition from my side. One would wonder whom the Luna is between the both of us.

With a nod of assent, I wander towards the cattle shed. I milked goats last week, one of the females had guided me on how to do so. It was not too troublesome but it was uncanny for I had never done such things before. Yet somehow I ended up having fun.

I regard that the sheds have been cleaned and it makes me a bit more untroubled to be among them for there is no odour or visible excrements that make me nauseous.

Picking up the first bucket with iodine water and another void container I move them towards the cows. There are so many, I wonder how long it shall take me to drain them all. I wish to make it home in time for dinner for I do not want my male to eat alone. Ever.

Perching upon a small stool parting my legs I swallow with nervosity. If I do not do this well and gently, these cows can readily boot me. It would be embarrassing to head home telling him the story of how I had been kicked and thrown back by one of his cows.

Dipping the washcloth into the iodine I lightly clean its teats. Throughout the progression of a day, their nipples tend to be smeared with soil, pasture or forage and I heard rinsing them before I begin extracting prevents any germs from polluting the milk.. The cow stands still enabling me to continue with my task, the goats were petite and adorable and I found it more manageable.