Why, finally I have a reason to use him then-
Luno was at an anthro auction, walking up and down the aisles of cages and looking at the breeds. A lot of them were admittedly very rare or exotic, but they were also really really beaten up. The hunters clearly hadn't bothered to keep them in good shape, and he wondered if he should really buy from them because of that.
Even if he wanted to, he couldn't just take them all with him. He hated walking by them all, seeing just how beaten, bruised, and most likely on the verge of death..!. . .Regardless however, he slowly walked by most of them, at times making some small talk with one or two of them. Secretly however, he dropped, just ironically, some things into there cages when the hunters hadn't been looking. In general he wanted better lives for them all, he knew he couldn't provide them all with that sorta love and attention, even if he merely got two of them. But he was nearing the end of the line of cages, while none of them peaked his exact interests, something caught his eyes on the last one, something about them.. telling himself to know more about them.
Rei was curled up in a ball in the back of his cage, hiding his face between his knees. He was too tired to cry anymore, too tired to fight, he just wanted to go home, it wasn't fair-he hiccuped softly and sniffled, tightly wrapping his tail around himself as new tears started to stream down his face. He hugged himself more, claws digging into his arms more than hard enough to break the fragile, malnourished skin and draw blood yet again.
While for a moment, he felt sorrow for him. It was awful just how sadden Rei was, but unfortunately, he couldn't just flat-out ask what's wrong with Rei. It would sound not only very rude, but the hunters would see him.. well, let's just say differently, to save some time. He waved the hunters over as his eyes scanned his body, top to bottom, inch by inch. He never made eye-contact with Rei, nor the hunters, even how desperately he wanted too. He simply felt as if he was, 'unworthy', of looking into the eyes of someone like him. He spoke in a firm, but-rather gentle for someone like him, voice.
".. How much for everything for this one?.. Do they have anything you took from him-?"