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To find jewels and craft art was not their living, they spent their time simply surviving in the harshness of mother nature. To the pack the doe would have fed half of them happily, and its value was great in the cold months where prey's fat stores were becoming thin. They could live without the knives, being born equip to survive, it was only a convenience that they were looking for. But one could not live without food and meat, just like air and water.
Having never traded before Anu was cautious, not giving up everything that her son had worked so hard for unless it was absolutely necessary. She knew that they would come with a price, yet she needed to spread her purse thin in order to stretch their efforts. Amy shook her head, something Anu had anticipated. She spoke her wants and the Dreamer was glad that they could come to a middle ground that did not leave them without a few hares left for another merchant's tent.
She nodded, That seems fair. And looked to the boy to had over the hares. The freshest for our friend. Anu commented to the rusty hued male, who took out the two hares they had caught that morning along the way to the festival. She handed the hares while Oak lifted the doe to give away.
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