We're Goin' Down, Down

Borias had been hanging around the north for a bit. Leaving Katir where she was he felt confident enough that things would continue on as they had. Mostly because for Seven's training before he tried to make a deal with a pack for him. Borias had to be cautious, he had no band and no pack to currently back himself up. Making him a target to even become a slave himself should he decide to confront a kingdom with such audacity. Though stretching his legs felt nice after all he grew up in Auster and there was a lot in Boreas to explore. Opportunities for his business and this was an idea he very much enjoyed.

It wasn't long though before the mile high woods ridden with snow gave way to another figure. A pack scent fell upon him and he was immidiately cautious, but upon closer inspection it seemed she had a litter of kittens with her. He blinked.... a wolf taking care of kittens? Wouldn't they make a better meal rather than companions? Borias never understood the idea of companions unless they were tools for combat and in turn it meant that he himself had not gained one even if it would aid him. Especially to keep certain slaves in check. Regardless he yearned for more smarter interactions.

"Seems like bad weather to be playing with kittens." he said as he stood a few feet from the stranger. Small talk was something he was good at least. Charismatic, he smiled gently at the other.