On and on

Seven seemed almost a little offended. A master who didn't like such a thing? Borias had not taught him how to handle that. So when he was called by Borias tongue he quickly sat by his side and used his ears to listen for a command. The words the masters spoke he only understood bits and pieces. The word hunting though caused the subtle wag of his tail. He grinned and looked hopefully at Borias and Ray. "Hkkkk." his feeble attempt to say hunt. Something he knew perfectly well how to do. To fetch and kill give to the masters and hope that there would be enough for him afterwards. Of course it didn't matter, unlike the other slaves he could fetch food for himself in the middle of the night if needed. Despite his small size, he was very equipped to survive should something happen to his master. He just wouldn't enjoy it.