Borias figured it was time that he and Seven made their way back home. However the slave seemed to be enjoying his "freedom" of being able to train here. He felt sort of bad, if a slave master ever could for one. These days he kind of felt like his demenor was slipping. He couldn't feel bad for these slaves. Katir maybe had made him a bit soft but he hadn't spoken to her in a few days. He shook his head free. It was about time he tried to sell Seven off and he knew exactly where he was going to. What would he ask for? Support for his new band when the time came. To be able to supply a pack with slaves would be a dream and he could only hope he wasn't forcefully claimed as he was.

The orchard was bare it seemed though, as he walked along the tree's and looked up. Snow scattered the ground but it was less than in the north. The sun shining down as Borias made note of the area. Giving a sniff he could smell scents all around him. Boreas was filled with neat new lands he'd never seen before. Perhaps if he took a moment to see all of them he could choose a proper place for them to live. The castle was so far away and if he wanted to make a name for himself in Boreas he might as well live there.

Virion turned into the remains of the orchard, with a healthy blanket of snow laying across the ground and a fine line across the tree branches. Someone might describe the sight as something beautiful, something winter-wonderland-ish. But not Virion. Virion found the season distasteful, like every other season, for even though the cool temperatures eased the massive man's heated frame, the deeper snow bundles made it hard to catch food and hard for him to travel with his slaves. Every season was like this for the male; every up had it's downs, much like the life he knew. There ways something bothering him these days, that is what caused him to venture away from his beloved slaves, even if for just a moment. He needed space, to think and plan out his moves, to determine what was to come next.

But it seemed like fate was at it again, always toying with the miserable man. For he would stumble upon the company of another wolf among the trees. True, Virion could have just as easily turned back around and not have interacted with him at all. But where was the fun in turning down fate? "You wouldn't happen to be a tradesmith? Come to give me more mead than I can drink?" He would call out, a rather informal greeting he would admit but one that gave him a small amount of pleasure. A grin would pull at his lips as he chuckled to himself, letting his massive frame lean against a weary tree, making it whine at it struggled to support his weight.

"He Speaks"

He didn't know why he hadn't expected someone to be here with him. These lands were FILLED with wolves, but what he didn't expect was to turn around to a GIANT calling out to him for alchohol. Borias stiffled a chuckle, this massive man was gorgeous! Though he would certainly keep that to himself that was for sure. "Not the kind of tradesman you're looking for I'm afraid." he would respond with a grin. This character of a male seemed interesting, his scent of mead also told him that he had a fixation on the stuff. "Though I could see about aquiring some for you I suppose." Borias was aware of the process but in reality he had never practiced fermentation.

"The names Borias... slavetrader." something about him.... he knew that it probably wasn't the best idea to announce his trade but the male had asked and Borias had said he was a tradesman. He stepped a bit closer, inspecting the giant. Massive.... Borias hadn't met a wolf this large before yet. He towered over Borias - he could never hope to best such a beast in battle. Well at least not without practice.