Tract

Borias grinned, his planned were coming along. Ever since his group took that blow he realized something. Creating a band would protect them not to mention give them the reputation they needed. "Auster, that was where I was born and raised." he didn't quiet want to tell the boy just yet where they were exactly. He wanted to be cautious who he let into his circle. "We took a recent blow to our numbers due to an illness. Currently we're a small group. My lead slave Katir looks after the group when I'm gone. I've had her since I was young." his ears twitched for a moment.

"If your interested... I'm looking for co slave masters. Collegues to help make a band in the coming seasons to build our numbers back up. Of course trust is needed that you won't be stealing my stock but if you wanted selling and keeping slaves can come with it's benefits." They were higher wolves. Slaves just simply didn't understand such things. The end of his tail twitched, patience. He needed that.