It was not a long way to the festival, and Skye had decided to make use of some of the items laying around Cercatori d'Arte. Trading and art was her pack's forte, and so it was with that thought and with pride in it that she stood in the festival with a wagon full of merchandise from the pack, as well as a few chickens.
She was hoping to find someone from another pack, perhaps, to trade with her; the items in her wagon were common, such as wood, leather, and fur, as well as harder to come by - some items included pencils, paint brushes, paper to write on, and chicken eggs. The chickens themselves were held in their place by a rope Skye had tied around one foot of each of the chickens, making a sort of line with her holding the other end; they were free to walk, but only for a short distance, and they did not seem uncomfortable.
It was with this pride, then, that she stood next to the wagon, waiting patiently for a canine to come along and comment on her pack's trade, perhaps, or to even buy or sell something - for a price, that was. She was on the search for something that may benefit them, and she was not against advertising their name, either.
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