He laughed. There she went again, wanting to know what he thought. "I told you I would like to know what you like. But I was thinking about painting. My mother use to like that, she was a great artiest. I sometimes wonder had she not been a slave she would be a great painter." he smiled.
"What about your family? Did you ever know them?" In his small pack at home most of slaves had kids with either slaves or with one of the wolves. So the children usually grew up with their parents or they had been like Mir and his brother, adopted before they became slaves.