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The traveling salesman merely shrugged at her topic of snow. It was what it was. His large, dark red ears twitched when he heard she lived in a tree, and he lifted his muzzle into the air and cackled. "Well I'll be, a regular ol' wolf squirrel, eh?" He put his hands on his hips, trying to imagine the black female climbing a tree. So she was agile, Bangle concluded that much. "We aren't so dif'rent, then. I live in a tree, part'a th' time," he grinned widely.
How he loved that oak tree adorning the house he lived in. Bangle still had trouble calling it his, it was only temporary, of course. Still, the traveler intended on decorating the tree fully with leather straps that hung with various things he liked, and did for a living. Feathers, beads, bones, jars, jars full of lightning bugs, you name it. Though the coywolf had full intentions on leaving the place, he wouldn't go without leaving his crafted mark on the place, as he always did.
Then the black female gave him more information that led him to be correct. Yup, a dancer. He couldn't really imagine the agile female being anything else. Seeing as she still sat on the grass, Bangle merely retracted his hand and remained standing there a few feet in front of her. Bangle puffed his chest out slightly when Valinta asked what kinds of things he made, and ohhh did that slick little muzzle of his start a'running. "Oh, nothin' much, really.." He said casually, trying not to brag. "Jewelry, leather from all kinds'a critters, feather paintin', workin' with furs, clothing, weaponry, utensils, things wit' bones.. can't ever be wasteful, ya know." Bangle informed her, trying to sound like he had more reason to use every part of an animal than just eating the insides and picking remnants from his teeth using bone.
As he finished speaking to the seemingly excited female, she turned her head away, as if looking for something or someone who wasn't there. Then the moment he heard the word 'trade', he crossed both his legs and sat firmly on the grass, leaning in towards the dancer. Now it was his turn to be excitable, the mere mention of trading and utilizing his crafts made every inch of him crawl with anticipation. "Well, what'cha got that's useful? Don' have t'be an item fer an item, y'know. A skill, perhaps?" Bangle said, his bright orange eyes twinkling with that old salesman look. He wasn't going to ask what it was for, he never really did even if he was rather nosy. The coywolf was merely delighted for someone to take an interest in his work, and deliver with the best quality he could produce.
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