12-30-2011, 08:37 PM
A young white wolf approached her. It seemed a bit unusual for Amy to be running into so many young canines. Was this her feeling her age, or something else? Amy didn't feel that old, only three years. Yet the seriousness and energy of the wolves Amy found herself running into was astounding. Still, a customer was a customer. Amy would treat this female just the same as she would anyone: mercilessly. The wolf drew near, and Amy studied the bag. Were there possible trade items in there?
A grin broke out on her face as the wolf introduced herself as Ayasha. Hello. My name is Amy. I've traded here before, and was hoping to do so again. Do you see anything to your liking Ayasha? Amy noted the direction of the female's gaze, and smiled happily. If things went well Amy would have gotten rid of another horse, something she very much craved. They took a lot of effort to care for, and even with Hadley doing the main interactions Amy's patience was wearing thin. They were broken in enough to ride, but still wild enough that they put up a huge fuss. None of them were gelded either.
A grin broke out on her face as the wolf introduced herself as Ayasha. Hello. My name is Amy. I've traded here before, and was hoping to do so again. Do you see anything to your liking Ayasha? Amy noted the direction of the female's gaze, and smiled happily. If things went well Amy would have gotten rid of another horse, something she very much craved. They took a lot of effort to care for, and even with Hadley doing the main interactions Amy's patience was wearing thin. They were broken in enough to ride, but still wild enough that they put up a huge fuss. None of them were gelded either.