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The up-walkers yelled aimlessly from behind their booths at more up-walkers that seemed to ignore them, though a few did seem to notice the din and inspected the items they would lay out on a table. Wolves were terribly loud and ignorant creatures, but pleasantly gullible. Fennel watched from afar as she sat near a stand, whose owner waved a slimy fish around and screeching things about his day's haul, as a trade unfolded from across the busy street.
A foreign dog was chatting with the old woman that looked as cute as a button, but anyone who knew anything around these parts knew that the rotten hag was a cheat. Key liked her style a lot, though she wished she wasn't so obvious. She heard the nearly toothless bag rattle on and on as she held up a shiny thing between her fingers, allowing it to glitter in the sun as the young man appraised it. In his grip was a rather large bird, freshly killed by the looks of it, something that could feed a canine a good couple of days and a cat even longer, and by the way granny was eyeing it, it seemed to be the prize she wanted.
All the foreigns seemed to have a fancy for shiny things, despite the fact they were absolute waste of space. Rarely anyone in the whole of Halifax even ever bartered with gold and silver, unless it was an outsider. Barely a minute had passed and already the deal was sealed, the man walking away with a crooked smile as if he played the old thing. Too bad he couldn't hear the bat coughing out a laugh as she tore off a wing and began to eat right then and there, enjoying the trophy of her success. Key sighed, but she shook her head with a smile upon her muzzle. It was a shame idiots couldn't fall on her doorstep like that. No, she had to play a fool herself in order to get anything.
Speaking of which, she looked up at the wolf who had stopped rambling about his fish, and rose from her place to give the man an affectionate nudge, mewing softly something in her tongue that he did not understood. The grizzly fisherman glanced down at Key and grumbled something along the lines of that she was the only one who liked his fish, patting the feline on the head. Good, she thought, only a matter of time before I can get my lunch.
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