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This whole world of politics was a new one to her. Salvia was used to intimidation to get her way, but such things were not suitable when it came to others. She had, in her limited experience, seen that the instinct to fight was one most creatures favored. The fact that so many refused to flee surprised her, and she often wondered if such a thing was because they had changed into this new breed of animal. Salvia, likewise, had no clue that any wolves existed without this—she was limited in her vision of the world.
There were things suggested, such as who would fight for who, and even though the woman’s joke was understood, a shadow flickered behind Salvia’s eyes. Such madness had to live beyond those borders. Why else would they mount skulls? Then again, her own home routinely offered living sacrifices to various gods. Who was she to think of them as savage? The thought made her smile darkly.
It was, unsurprisingly, the talk of their mutual livestock that brought her to full attention. Salvia was pleased to know the coyotes had given thought to this. “One of our ranks is meant for such a task,” she explained. “But I do think a secondary position, especially for those wild ones, might be needed. We haven’t had any trouble yet, but enough fools pass through and might find our horses easy pickings.” She left it ambiguous as to what—it wouldn’t surprise her if some idiot would actually hunt the damn things.
“Salsola also intends to travel to Freetown more frequently. If your clan wishes to send goods with us, that can be arraigned. We have strong connections in the south.” To what ends, of course, she also left out. It would do her no good to openly brag about their slave trader.