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The dagger was wrapped neatly in the thick cloth, and the male fought the urge to open the folds and look at the ornate handle once more. He could hardly believe that it belonged to him, that the prey he had hunted could be traded for something so beautiful and so deadly. The fabric saved him from stabbing himself, and he placed it nondescriptly under his arm. He would need a belt, or sheath for the pointed weapon. But for now, he would keep it tucked there so others simply thought it was a bundle of whatever their imagination could conjure.
All the canines gathered in a single place had overwhelmed his dear mother, but the male was slightly invigorated by the crowd. There was a buzz, a vibration that he had never experienced. Blue eyes looked to and fro, black nose trying to find all of the different packs, the different places from which they originated. It was indeed a lot for the senses to take in and process. Thankfully his mother had decided to head back to the pack land immediately, and she wished to go alone. Oak asked to escort her, of course. But she had denied his request, and Oak couldn’t have been more grateful.
The rusty and obsidian hued male looked at just about every display, and spoke to many of the merchants about their trade and where they hailed from. He wore a smile as he spoke his thanks and his goodbyes to each of them, and noticed that a few wore a bit of a frown when he showed no interest in trading the mysterious article beneath his arm. He moved with the flow of the crowd, moving to the neck table. It held mostly trinkets that glimmered rather then weapons or tools. Such things did not catch his interest greatly and so the Dreaming Plebeian turned to move on it was then that a wide-set red shoulder caught itself on a smaller version belonging to another creature, bumping with a bit of force.
Oh, excuse me Miss. Oak spoke, his polite apology almost mindless and habit. He turned to look at the face of the female and paused, stopping in mid stride.
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