It's a cinch

Speak up, Speak up

There would be no more lessons for him. Seven was spent, his energy and his spirit as the slave dragged his paws over the forest floor. The soft feeling of dirt and tendrils was nice compared to any other harsh terrain the boy could have come across. He was lucky that he could hunt for himself otherwise he would be left alone. Part of him sought out Borias, if he returned to his previous master surely he could sell him again. Seven felt like a failure to that though. Habari? That white she-wolf who Deathbelle had gone to. Did they take slaves? Seven wasn't about to make the decision for himself.

He huffed, sitting with his tail curled around his paws. Lifting his snout in a soft growl he was frustrated. Seven had never been alone in his life. He'd been born and raised with groups of wolves as a loner with no master he was lost. Masterless... he may as well be useless. Seven's paws dug into the dirt then his emotions overflowing within him. Letting out a howl it was filled with lonesome tones. It may have alerted nearby wolves but Seven didn't care.

MADE BY MINNIE of BTN