Jones stepped back a little, giving the female werewolf enough space to move.
The female werewolf finally placed both feet outside the cage, her eyes filled with wariness as she stared at Jones. The magical sigils on the shackles shimmered faintly in the firelight.
After a standoff lasting a moment, Jones turned his head to Dora and said, "Go to Father's study and see if there are any books on Barbarian language."
"Understood, Lord Jones." Dora turned and left.
The door was wide open, but the female werewolf made no attempt to flee. Instead, she continued to watch Jones warily with wide eyes.
"Are you hungry? I have something here, though it might not taste very good." Jones stepped forward with a plate holding clean water and a serving of roasted venison, placed it in front of the female werewolf, and then backed away again.
