Dreams of Paradise

The large man was preparing to make his way to the armada's. Now which one to go to he was unsure, Iolaire with Sirius or to this Deathbelle? Who would be more likely to provide him with support for his band, who would be more willing to take on Seven? Borias had many things to think about having given Seven a few more hunting tests in the north now he was back on his way to the south. Seven was nearby but he didn't like the thought of interfereing with Borias' alone time. The male however granted himself to see a female not far down the orchard. She was on a riverside looking a bit beat up and lightly sleeping. It was high near noon it seemed, how odd for a wolf to feel comfortable enough to sleep here. Unless she was tired enough he'd seen that happen with a few others sometimes. Young from the scent Borias curiously and quietly approached.

"Seems like you've had a rough time of it ma'm." he smiled and spoke softly. Sitting a few feet away as to not seem too threatening. He really wasn't into charging on young females unexpectedly. As far as he was concerned she was still a child much like Ray was. Someone to be given direction what kind of direction that was would highly depend on her behavior and what he thought of her. Of course Borias aim was not to harm, but he was far more comfortable with his words with a loner than any other pack wolf.