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With all of the hunting he had been doing recently, Nayati had compiled a rather large store of hides and furs. He had painstakingly (for he was not a craftsy man) sewn some together for blankets for the winter, but he still had many that he simply did not know what to do with. The man had pondered for some time what to do with all of the extra leavings from the prey he had killed, when it had come to him that this moon was the trading moon. Trading a bunch of fur and skins, even just giving them away, to another pack in the lands would be a perfect solution and strengthen AniWaya's relations with the surrounding clans. The question was though, where to go with it all? His first thought was Crimson Dreams, but he had already made a gift to Anu some moons earlier. It would be good to try and learn more about the other packs in the area. Nayati vaguely remembered hearing about a pack not too far east of Crimson Dreams, and decided that that would be his destination.
One day he had set out, telling Liliana that he would be back in a few days. He strapped the bundle of furs down to Iye's back, mounted his horse, and they set off. The sun had begun its descent when they were about half-way there, so Nayati had caught a rabbit for himself and cooked it over a small fire while Iye munched on the remaining grass. The Kanati made a makeshift pallet from pine boughs and slept warmly through the night by his small, contained fire. When the sun rose the next morning, so did he, and the pair set off again to finish their journey to the unknown pack.
When the sun was in its noontime position a distinct scent caught the Utina's nose and Iye's ears also pricked forward at the smell of unknown canines. They clearly had reached the border of this pack that Nayati still did not know the name of. He stopped the stallion and dismounted from his back, keeping one large hand on the horse's shoulder to reassure him. The man then let out a howl to announce his presence to the pack, expressing peace and friendship in his song. When finished, his pale blue gaze looked forward searchingly, interested to see who would greet him.
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