Tract

Borias smiled, things were coming together and he certainly hoped that he could one day make the band he wanted. While it seemed like a lot of work he didn't know anything else. His father had taught him and in turn Borias had the habit and enjoyment of this job. As he stood them he flicked his tail, "Back home then to Auster I suppose, just follow me." he had no problem leading the stranger to the castle. It wasn't as if he was afraid. Ray had no pack scent - and although it didn't mean he didn't have anyone to run to. Borias highly doubted the boy was seeking to rat out a slave master. As Borias made his way to the bifrost he occasionally would look back to make sure Ray was following him.

-To auster-