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Vasiliy is by me!
Vasiliy was beyond glad to hear he'd done something worthwhile for the pack. He had come here not possessing any skills but those he'd learned in his homeland, and his lack of knowledge and ability with arts had left him feeling inadequate. It was more comforting than he could put to words to hear the woman say he'd done something of merit for her and Cercatori both.
Her question was considered for a moment. He lifted one hand and scratched at his chin, claws running through the thicker, darker hair there. I meet X'yrin, alpha of Nomads Sangi'lak, he said. Even as he said her name and title, he knew he'd gotten it wrong -- there was part missing, and part of it was possibly backwards. But he could not remember precisely how the golden-hued wolf had spoken her titles, and it was the best he could do. They trade for sheep. Maybe get more trade from them, he suggested. She had seemed interested in the various livestock especially. Get big, big antlers -- moose. And pelts -- bear, cougar. Good pelts, he explained. And little carving rocks -- soft rocks, pretty.
And two other ladies -- but no pack. He frowned at the memory of both the dark-hued woman who'd given no name, and the mottled canine named Isabella. One other -- man, no pack. He say, pack up north -- no friends, no neighbors, stay away. Did not know pack's name, though, Vasi said, frowning as he remembered this. Maybe others have more time meet packs? he suggested brightly. He hadn't been the only one to take the voyage north -- perhaps still others would be able to provide her with more knowledge.
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