OOC: oh!! sorry for the long wait! but here i am x3
The female cotote catched with the corner of her eye how the small marten, Rina, jumped down from her master's body and made her way towards her own mount. This time, Moro didn't jump or run away. Instead, he leaned his head to ground level and sniffed the marten's body with curiosity. She smiled at him, but then turned her head back to the black wolfess, who offered something to cover herself. "Gracias, and nice to meet you, Sylvia Saphire." She said taking the coat and trying it. It was too big for her lean figure, but it covered her from the chilling air. The female hugged herself to the coat, her shivers gone. She noticed that Sylvia was eyeing her scarf. Quetzal took off her garment and showed it to the wolfess. "Ten, check it if you want. You may try it on." She said, hoping that the wolfess would give her her scarf back. Quetzal was not what would be called a very confident person; she had never been. Specially during her trips. She had learned to keep an eye on her stuff if she didn't want other canines to steal it from her.
After handing Sylvia the scarf, she fixed the coat on herself a bit, and even swirled a bit and tried to see it from all angles. She thought that it was a pretty coat, but she would have to return it eventually. Meanwhile she outstretched her arm towards her deer, touching it's shoulder. "So, Moro, what do you think? Pretty, isn't it?" The deer raised his head and smelled the coat, but other than that, he returned his attention to the creature at his feet. The jackal chuckled and looked at Sylvia. "Don't mind him, he has no taste in clothing." Then she had an idea. She took off one of the feathers that adorned her hair and offered it to Sylvia. It was a beautyful red-tailed hawk feather, one of her favourites. "Try this one, it may look nice on your hair. It is from a desert bird, so i suppose that these aren't seen here too often." Tha jackal didn't mind to get rid from one of the multiple feathers that she owned, though, it's number had decreased from the trading that she had done.
Quetzal tilted her head, making the bone-carved earring on her left ear sway lightly. She wouldn't mind to trade some more feathers for the coat...
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