Dreams of Paradise

Borias was about to answer her taking into account her posture. Was she an escaped slave? Normally wolves with mental stability didn't act like this. He felt bad for her even as a slavemaster these days as he got older he hadn't been too inclined to harm others. His slaves were well taken care of, bred to perfection and willingly served their masters. However, he wasn't sure what to say to her without provoking anxiety within the female. She was young and to have such injuries at her age made him upset. It was then that a large male approached and his scent matched that of the pack Iolaire belonged to... it was a male from the pack he intended to try to sell Seven to. What a surprise.

He didn't find a need to defend himself, he would let the lady answer as she saw fit. "My name's Borias, sorry that I was concerned a wolf of your age with those wounds and scars can be a bit alarming." he looked to Sirius wondering if he agreed. He was a large male and something about it... made him catious and happy at the same time. He smiled to the stranger keeping his sitting position and his soft voice. Borias had grown more charismatic with age he had realized.