Dripping Daggers

The pale man seemed to narrow his bright orbs, only to widen them at the mention of 'warriors'.
Must be one to take to bloodshed, the dark lupine mentally added.
A weakness. A flaw. One thing even he, himself, owns. A sin.

"Yes, I train warriors. A specialty of mine. "

His bulk had come from his workouts, amd he had no problem with sharing. A swift up down of the white hessian assured him he could handle it.
Hopefully.

With a inquisitive voice, Slade spoke to his packmate, raising a obsidian brow.

"Were you intrested? "