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Noah · 01-21-2012, 04:42 AM

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The male had brought his haul with him, book, furs, meats and human tools that he had found along the way of his life. He was willing to give it all up, all up for stuff to make the pack den warmer for pups that might be blessed upon the pack soon or even softer for the member to lie upon, the shifted male looked back to his dark coated mare, the one he had caught wild and had been working with.

Though now he lived in a very primal pack he stored the mare outside of the lands, for when he needed to get away from the pack and demanded so very selfish time to him-self. The male would not put extra pressure upon the mare, she was already hauling the wooden cart that was nothing but logs that had been wrapped together in leather stings, it held the goodies he had with him to trade.

Seeing the tents the male smiled so the rumor where true. There was a trade show in town and everyone was humping in on the travelers in order to meet new people and to get some goods.

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Amy Sunders · 01-21-2012, 10:21 AM

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OOC here.

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Amy's shop was one of the fancier ones, clearly that of a seasoned merchant. From a glance one might actually mistake her as part of the traveling group, with the bright colors and easy set up. She held herself apart though, competing with those around her. While the festival merchants worked in sync, Amy stood apart from the rest, determined to hold her own. Her eyes shone with a fierce pride as she surveyed the crowd, promising untold treasures for those willing to trade with her. After all, she did pride herself on filling every request, including ones usually deemed impossible, such as speaking to the dead.

A ragged wolf entered the bazaar, catching Amy's attention. A horse milled behind him, pulling a tray full of goodies. It wasn't a good wagon, bery rough and primitive, trailing on the ground without wheels. It was full of furs and books and food though, as well as the odd glint of metal. Standing Amy waved Hadley to stand at the ready with the wine. This would be one of her customers, she was sure of it. Silent Amy watched his progress, ready to step in the moment someone challenged her claim. It was unspoken, but Amy always knew those that would trade with her, and this would be one of them. She could feel it in her bones.

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