It shouldn't have bothered him.
The prodding of mages, poking fun at their inability to defend themselves for fear of punishment-- and yet this was the third time he'd visited the Circle. It was always the same.
He recalled similar situations-- except those ones involved himself.
Magisters, guests-- he had been a collared wolf. An animal that did not attack on it's own behalf. Only when willed to.
In this circumstance.. were mages so different?
A small frustrated sound escaped his throat, though as of yet he still made no movement to help. What had begun to irritate him-- aside from the fact that he disliked the situation, was the fact that by doing something about it he would be agreeing with Anders.
And the age. Such a young mage.
The boy let out a yelp as he was shoved to the ground by another, for what some reason Fenris could not see.
His only crime being a mage.
and his only crime had been being a slave