Borias had made his stock hide up in Amron's castle for the time being. They were constantly moving around these days but he felt some of the slaves growing weary. Their numbers were small after illness struck them. Part of him felt responsible it was his duty to defend these slaves and have them in prime condition when he could. However he also didn't care - for Katir had survived through the worst. Katir had been with him since she was born, and when he was a young wolf he took it upon himself to raise her. While his father hadn't approved Broais gave Katir a name among her number of one. As he held a rabbit in his mouth he entered one of the rooms.

"Katir. I brought you something to eat." he had just finished his rounds of feeding the other slaves. This rabbit he saved especially for her. As most if not all of the slaves didn't know how to hunt. Katir was no exception. The male settled the rabbit down and curled his tail around his paws. "It's cool tonight." he commented. With the warm weather it was a nice break indeed.

Katir perked up when she saw the entrance of Borias, lifting her head up from its position on her paws. She didn’t have much to do these days and that bothered her a little. Being a slave all of her life it bothered her when she didn’t have anything to actively do for someone. She interacted with the other slaves a fair amount, but it didn’t bring the same appeal as serving. Borias was the only masters she had really known so the idea of serving someone else scared her a little. She didn’t know how to hunt or defend herself so venturing out on her own was also a pretty scary thought, that was one of the reasons she stayed where Borias wanted her to.

She gladly moved to eat the rabbit, the more slaves that Borias kept the less they all got to eat since he was the only one doing the hunting. So food either way was a blessing. She trusted him to provide, but sometimes it worried her. He commented on the weather as he settled in the room. “The cold is nice.” She replied to him before she thought of a question. “Is it hard? Having to hunt for everyone?” She didn’t question her situation in life, but she was willing to question why he would make things hard for himself. Harder than was necessary at least

Borias had on occasion debated telling Katir his real name. Part of him felt like his name was something special to him now, a sacred thing. Unlike with other slaves and unlike with others Borias found himself treating Katir in kind. Maybe because he liked her company but he had to remind himself. Just like any other slave here she was a product. Made for a master to be bought and have a puprose. What purpose did she have with him other than to be another mouth to feed? Borias lay beside her, wanting to watch her for a bit as she at the rabbit. She asked him a question and he hummed softly.

"Getting curious of the world around you are we?" he was not offended naturally wolves got curious. Slaves were hard to maintain just like children. "I wouldn't say hard. Many places harbor plenty of rabbits and things to eat. What with our numbers being so low too it hasn't been as much of a hassle. I'd say it's harder protecting you all than feeding you." There was countless others against him. Wolves who thought slaves were wrong. Those wanting to steal his produce for their own. It was dangeorus not having a pack or a band to their name. "What will you do Katir. If a master come to claim you?" as for now he was her master but he honestly wondered how she would feel about it if she had been sold. Even though he had intentionally postponed such things for her company.