One man's trash

Through a chance meeting Tyrian had learned of a captive that was for sale. Having no qualms with keeping captives and needing someone to look after the livestock full time, Tyrian had decided to check it out. It wouldn't hurt to look the prospect over. The wolf he'd met had gone by the name of Pyrrhic. At first Tyrian had thought he was dealing with Aureus, but after a moment of confusion the nature of the brothers had been explained to him. From there the conversation had progressed and through many strange turns they'd arrived on the top of captives. One thing had led to another and now here he was, ready to check out the wares.

Tyrian howled for Aerie's alpha. He stood still and waited quietly; clearly nonplussed and in no hurry. From Pyrrhic he knew the alpha's name was Eligos, the pack was Aerie, and the family was Abraxas but aside from that Tyrian knew nothing of these wolves or the one who led them. All he knew was that they had something he might be interested in.