No need to match length what-so-ever.
Hrafn had been whisked away deep into Salsoan territory by Eris. She explained to him that she was his Auxiliary, a second in command of sorts and that he would be under the protection and rule of Sirius and their family. Most of this went over Hrafn's head, much rather thinking of the simpler things: that this was now his family, he could work at his trade and would not have to spend another night travelling alone. Much and more had to be explained to the hybrid though; such as their traditions and laws, something time would not allow the associate and auxiliary in the brief afternoon before dark.
The brown agouti male would have to meet with Eris again and he was certainly not to opposed to it. He was excited even, being appreciative of learning new things and striving to do so. So he slept that night under the chill of the sky amongst the cabins of Borgata Coatl. He had been told slaves occupied some of the log homes and Hrafn didn't know exactly how he felt about that. He had never heard of slaves before but the concept and word was clear enough. The merle featured man knew that not every culture was alike though and did not feel a need to question this custom, especially since he had yet to feel uncomfortable about it.
Morning came quickly and Hrafn awoke to his usual stiff back, rising to collect his bow and quiver which was lain neatly beside him, well within arms reach. His plan was to search the cabins still unoccupied, hoping to collect any tools or materials that had been left behind or overlooked, having a feeling that not everyone in Salsola would see much of a use in them.
The first cabin Hrafn entered had scattered rustic furniture, which he began up-righting the second he saw them, having always felt a strong need to see everything organized. There wasn't much for him here, but perhaps the furniture would come in handy for later if he was aloud to make use of it. Leaving the now organized home the tall, trim man scratched at the white patch on his chest beneath his chin, quiver on his back and bow in hand as his bright eyes looked around. He had seen a couple people in passing this morning, though made no move to approach them as they did the same to him. Were these the slaves Eris had mentioned? They looked normal enough to him.
Shrugging he continued on to the next empty cabin where something finally caught his eye. A small axe was nestled in the overgrown grasses near the base of the home, so concealed that most would pass it by. Hrafn's vision was impeccable though, it had always been, and he reached down to grab it after slinging his bow over his head and across his shoulder. Carrying it with him as he walked. He doubted anyone would miss it though he would ask Eris if he could make use of it until he could make his own when he saw her next. It was then an older male appeared out of one of the doorways nearby. He was obviously a hybrid as well and the look on his face when he noticed Hrafn was quite uncertain. Hrafn decidedly ignored him, resting the axe on his shoulder as he continued to go enter another house, not realizing that he might seem a threat to those around him.
"H-hey!" Came a thickly accented voice, Hrafn turned to see the older male approaching tentatively, posture bent in defense and submission. "You leave," came his command though it sounded more like a question in its frailness. Hrafn's brow curved downward in confusion, and he dropped his hand holding the axe to his side so it wouldn't appear as threatening. "Why?" Hrafn asked, it not yet occuring to him that not everyone knew he was a recent addition to Salsola's ranks. That seemed to take the elder male by surprise and he stood there, unsure for a moment before saying. "Not yours. You leave." He repeated again, obviously loyal to a fault to his masters and wanting to ensure the safekeeping of his home, battling with his own better senses in the process.
"Borrow it?" He asked, trying to appeal to the other male in hopes of gaining his trust. The slave shook his head adamantly, wringing his hands together nervously. Hrafn sighed and dropped the axe to the ground, annoyed at the thought of having to make one from scratch. Hrafn then turned and continued to make his way into the next cabin and Khirot, the slave in witness, struggled to find his words until finally turning and making his way quickly in search of a member of the family.