Lets call it educational

The Warlord rolled his weight back to his forepaws, and started moving with the rest of the group. It was almost a novel experience to let someone else be in the foreground. Absinthe’s attention sticking to Art once it was made clear that he was the ‘buyer’ today. Instead, he let his gaze glance about them, marking the path they made. Likely the Warlord would be back here another day, searching for more dangerous wares.

He noted any watch points, so he would not stumble upon them and startle them next time. His ears were tilted in the direction of the two men, listening as he walked. He did stifle a chuckle when Art described his potential slave as ‘appealing to look at’

All up, Art’s answers were well done for a wolf who had been thrown into this without much preparation. If the idea of purchasing flesh was bothering him, he hid it well.

"Sirius Fatalis"