friends don’t rattle the bars of their cage

She looked really nervous. Honestly he couldn't blame her, but he wasn't sure how to go about setting her mind at ease. It had been years since they'd last seen each other; they'd been friends as pups but they were adults now and they were different so he couldn't blame her for being worried. He was harmless, though.

...Relatively harmless, anyway.

Okay that was a lie, but he didn't mean any harm in this instance. Once upon a time him and Darya had been friends and that friendship had meant a great deal to him. It was for that reason he'd rescued her when Divo couldn't. Now though? Now he was in a weird position. He'd spent good "money" on her and he had gone to the market for slaves.

So what did a boy do, eh, when faced with a situation like this one?

Jupiter cleared his throat. "Well, for starters we're going to collect the rest of my purchases and then we're going to go to Legion, my uncle's pack. After that..." he shrugged noncommittally. "We'll see, I guess." Okay he wanted the attention off of himself. "Are you okay? They didn't hurt you or anything, did they?"