09-22-2018, 11:03 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]Fruma? Yes, he was very much curious about this word that the other had spoken. His gaze traveled over the rather too docile canine and he had to admit that this was a bit too easy. There had been no struggle and no fighting and that also made the sha creature hesitant and slightly unnerved in a way. When he was taken as a slave there was no choice but for him to obey, he had been nothing but a child then and there had been nothing for him to do but go along with what had happened. Learn his place and do what they wanted him to do. This one however, was strange and different. He narrowed his pink marble hues but he turned his head away from the other just as he asked for food. Though he didn't have to go and get it for him because Quill was there with rabbits. But the direhound's presence made his heart sink. What would the other think of him bringing someone into slavery? A frown pulled at liquor stained lips and he breathed in a short breath before he looked at the slave and then back to Quill. Tail whipping back and forth the canine would try to greet Quill with a smile. "He's your's if you want him Quill. I don't have a need for him but um....his name is Sven from what I figured out."