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Insults were never her forfeit, nor was she ever inclined to use them. So when the little one tried to reiterate the insult and bring some sense to it, X’yrin could only stare dumbly until she thought it best to just ask Saluce what it meant. He had taken care of Saul when he was younger, perhaps this puppy language was something he could decipher and make her wise to for the future. But for the time being she was satisfied to remain in ignorance in lieu of finding a gift for the two.
“Alright then,” she affirmed with a firm nod of her head. “Let’s see what the fortune has in store for you,” and by fortune, she of course meant herself as the grand schemer of this little fib gone awry. She resumed her careful pace to make sure the pups were able to follow as she lead them through the camping area along the skirts of the festival common. No doubt to the neighbors that peered out of their tents, it looked odd for the female to have two pups in tow that looked nothing like her…especially when she had left hours ago on her own. To those curious eyes, she ignored them raising her head confidently to convey her indifference to their suspicions. The nosy fools could prod all they wanted.
Nearing the tent shared by herself and mate, she paused briefly by the large cart that held their supplies and tradable goods, ignoring the irritable huffs of the guard horse left to tend to it. “Oh stop…” she mumbled to the horse earning yet another huff accompanied with a rebellious stomp to the ground. Without entertaining his show for attention, she raised up on her hind legs and propped herself on the edge of the cart to peer at what was left for their wares. Several furs remained as well as a handful of Saluce’s weapons but she couldn’t dare use them as gifts for children. They were much too small. But what did look appealing she grabbed with her fangs and tossed them out of the cart and onto the snow, pelt after pelt until a colorful array of skins covered the ground near her feet. But while these were the only things she could think of, she figured that perhaps her mate had something better in mind.
Rolling her paws off the cart, she fell solidly on the ground then raised her muzzle to call for her mate with a short howl. Perhaps he would think of something she hadn’t pondered yet. But in the mean time, furs. “Let’s see…” Thoughtfully, the she-wolf hummed as she padded around the pile of furs then lowered her muzzle to take a marten pelt in her maw. “What about something like this?” She held up the fur then aimed to toss the small pelt on top of one of the pups. “Or perhaps this?” she grasped then held up a soft white rabbit pelt, then tossed it again in the same fashion, attempting to drape it around one of the pups.