She supposed the astute Amy was only being fair. Caspa's time was not so precious that she could not sell it for a bear-pelt of this quality. Cour des Miracles was a self-sufficient sort of place, without much by way of needs they could not provide for themselves: but that wasn't to say there weren't smaller luxuries or desires that Amy might find it worth her while to cater to in the future. Caspa would never agree to anything she didn't think she could uphold, nor did she see how giving a little inconsequential information to the other dog could pose a threat, considering the band of traders would be apprehended and removed if they trespassed within the borders. "I agree to your conditions," she answered. "When do you wish to travel?" One hand had already settled in the thick fur, and she was glancing over the wagon, wondering where the passengers rode if the back was already full of trading goods. Perhaps they walked alongside.
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