I could've sworn we've met before

It had been a long time since he had stretched his tongue. He had sold slaves to loners but a pack... that would make him happy. Even if he was ONLY breeding for the armada Borias would be very happy. His tail twitched and he was happy to remain calm. Ultimately he felt guilty for once that he had come off wrong to the Warlord. He was no powerful beast but he would learn to have a way with his words. In fact Borias usually did, he was a gentleman through his core and could sway others. He was just sad his own negligence had led to a lack of healer in his group. An unknown illness caused him to quarentine the sick and leave them to die but he refused to let it happen again. He loved his craft.

When Deathbelle arrived, he was awstuck. This awesome and beautiful empress before him made his eyes go wide. She was gorgeous beyond his wildest dreams. If he thought Sirius was a looker than this woman was ten times that. Deathbelle may not have been large but she had the air of a alpha around her. Borias would take his due to bow down to her and Seven out of habit would do the same. Borias knew he could be a bit uncouth but he was essentially a very good caretaker and hunter. "It's an honor to meet you Empress. My name is Borias... I am a slave trader who was born and raised into the craft in Auster." he would quickly explain. This time he would tread more carefully on his words.

"You see I breed slaves for a living. I wanted to offer up Seven as a slave to you and your empire, because well I see the strength in your packs and I wish to help provide and grow your empire. It is my vision and my dream to breed more slaves of high quality that has been a craft passed down from generations. I do hate to admit my lack of support caused the death of some of my stock some seasons ago." He tried to think.... it was no use lying to them after all and if he wanted to win Deathbelle's favor... a stranger, then he had to come clean about what had happened anyway. "Seven is a prime hunter, he may be a bit excited and ditsy at times but he is like a puppy in that sense. He can provide for himself but he ENJOYS serving others as he was born to do. He is trained in babysitting as well and would often look after the pups of the group before they grew old enough. I never had the chance to teach him to talk so he cannot speak well but he understands well." he decided to focus a bit on Seven for a bit. The boy perking when he heard hunting again. "And as for I." he paused. "I'm more than willing to lay down my life for you and your empire and as a slave trader my word is my bond." swear fealty. He was ready for it. He hadn't been one for authority but he was greedy still. He wanted power and he wanted to do what he loved most. Breed whelps who served others Willingly rather than through abuse.