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Atisia (marten) is visible :3
The bi-colored female was well dusted where she sat with her tools, and Ulilohi corrected her shawl, subconsciously driven to mend her appearance at the sight of Io. It wasn't so much that she cared about other people being dirty... she just felt like cleaning herself. Often. The female rose and greeted her in a foreign language, and Ulilohi eyed Io's friend as she listened to her response, shifting her gaze over to the construction at hand when referred to. The councilwoman raised an eyebrow in curiosity at the mention of chicken and Freetown. "Freetown?" she inquired. Not at all familiar with the areas around here, Ulilohi had done little to familiarize herself with nearby possibilities. The female had been preoccupied enough just with trying to figure out what leadership was, let alone actually worry about such things as trade. Luckily, though, Io had taken matters into her own hands. This pleased Ulilohi greatly, as did the prospect of more prey animals kept, and a proper home for the pigeon. The carrier pigeon system was one she had hoped to expand between multiple packs of the south. Savina and her friends had dispersed and joined ranks with other packs, but there were still some close neighbors. "Speaking of the pigeon, do you know if they are easy to breed?"
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