Tract

Borias knew that the briar patch wasn't exactly his first choice in exploring. He had told his band though that they must start making the trip into the south to go ahead with the plan. After the attack on their numbers it was time they stopped hiding. Auster was not much of a market for the slaves. With the majority of the packs being in Boreas he wanted to push himself further. While he had never considered himself an ambitious man there were things he enjoyed and that was the thrill of the game. To exchange goods with those who needed it. He was raised on this and he already had an idea. One of his slaves was well trained in hunting and caretaking. He could sell him off to a pack who he saw fit.

Boy though did he hate it here. Auster was warm, compared to the soft winter he was pushing himself into. The Briar patch also came with its own defense. It would be a nice place to hide if you knew it well. The male found himself staring upon a young wolf. He didn't seem more than a year old and with no pack scent on him Borias was curious as to what he was doing out here all alone. "Young boy it seems kind of strange for someone of your age to be wandering out here without your parents." he never knew the story of others so he could be wrong. However he was a charismatic male so he'd try to stay civil as he could.