She settled into a rhythm as soon as she found a place to hawk her and the pack's wares. The flow of conversations as they passed by, the steady idle chatter of merchants and traders, the rushing colors of the exotic dresses, stones, merchandise, merchants. She settled into a rhythm like the rest of them, feeling quite natural in the atmosphere; her demeanor was alert, her head held high and her tail the same. And so she continued into her rhythm, occasionally nudging the chickens so that they squawked and drew attention to her small stand.
However, she was soon shaken out of her tune as an unusual sound met her ears, defining itself as different from the talking, shuffling, and laughing of the Luperci around her. Angling her head towards the sound, she saw that it was the beating of large, powerful wings against air; and the large, predatory bird in question was heading towards her chickens. Skye's entire demeanor rippled and changed in an instant; her ears flattened, eyes narrowed, and sharp teeth were revealed as she curled back her lips in a slight snarl; the bird - owl, as Skye saw it was - was certainly predatory, but Skye did not allow that to cease her threatening stance. She was not sure if the owl was wild or if it was someone's companion; however, that inquiry of hers was soon answered as she heard a sharp voice yipping, presumably to get the owl back.
The owl perched on her wagon, its beady eyes trained on the chickens, who were quite nervous at the sight of the predator. They began to squawk and ruffle their feathers anxiously, attempting to free themselves from the rope as they did so. Skye could have quieted them with a sharp word, but she let them be; satisfied now that the owl was under control, she relaxed her stance some, returning her demeanor to a more neutral one.
It was not long before the owner of the owl appeared. Senses worked fast as Skye processed the female; scent told her that she was from Ichika no Ho-en, the new pack comprised of Phoenix Valley and Dahlia de Mai's members. She was predominantly an orange-tan color, having red hair much like Skye herself. The female then began to apologize profusely for her owl's behavior, the bird in question having come to rest on her shoulder. Skye then judged her as one of honest conduct, and her facial expressions shifted yet again into one that was friendly.
"No harm done," she chirped, looking at her now calm chickens. Looking back at the Ichikan, she smiled warmly and stuck her hand out for the other to shake. "I'm Skye Collins of Cercatori d'Arte," she said, leaving out her rank for the moment; she did not feel it was necessary for this transaction, at least at the moment; whether the female already knew who she was or not was another story, however. "You have quite the beautiful bird, and very lively, too - if he is hungry, these chickens are up for trade," she said suggestively. "They also lay a great many eggs to eat - and, if coupled with a cock, you'll find yourself building a chicken coop in no time." She knew she had.
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