Valkyrie was quite pleased with her next captive. The big fluffy dog was quite the looker and Valkyrie couldn't help but watch with a proud gleam in her eye as Inga prodded Bjorn forward. The day so far had been filled with interesting specimens. Valkyrie was making a killing and she had no doubt this dog would fetch her a pretty penny.

She settled down under her tree once the dog was in place. Before beginning she gave him a stern look. He would behave or she would make him behave. While he had been treated fairly well so far, surely by now he had an idea of what he was dealing with and he would know to behave or risk her wrath.  "Alright," she said in a loud voice. "This auction is about to begin."

She was just going to look. Just look, that was all. She wanted a slave one day, perhaps, but she wanted to figure out what she wanted. She knew her father had said .... well, don't bring anything useless home. But still, she should probably ask before doing - oof. Lyra paused in surprised as she tilted her head at the wolf, the... monkey? and the dog. The dog was clearly the one being auctioned and... oof. Impressive, bold, and stoic, he had definitely caught her attention. She'd never seen a dog of such impressive stature, in that he stood above many a wolf as well as most dogs or other canines she had ever laid eyes on.

Okay, so how angry would Chaos be if she brought him home? ... Well, that would be a question for later. He looked capable, strong, and he was certainly nice to look at, at the very least.

Dipping her head to the three of them, she focused Valkyrie. "I'm definitely interested. What would you be looking for?" she questioned.

The Titan waited for the next slave to be brought forward, and looked for the familiar form of Valkyrie, and the newest slave beside her. The dog surprised him, he was expecting a wolf, not an exotic pet. Regardless, he leaned forward in curiosity, taking in the mountain dog, with his coat so thick Sirius feared if he stuck a pup on its back he would lose it. Sirius grinned, that coat alone made the dog worth going for, Deathbelle could decide herself if she wanted it alive, as a pet, or the coat as a rug for her children to play and get lost in. Regardless, he knew he wanted this creature to gift to her. Knowing the drill well by now, Sirius stepped forward, not so much as looking at the brightly coloured wolf who had approached Valk first. “Five rabbits” Sirius said, starting the bidding low. "Speech"

Dag had been wandering the aisles, keeping tabs on the other merchants. He had sold out of his wares quite quickly, but brewed items were always a hot commodity. Plenty of wolves liked to turn up their noses at it when they were with a group, but many of them crept back later in the day by themselves to purchase his drinks. It was the nature of the beast.

Valkyrie had instructed him to drive up any auctions that seemed to be lacking interest. He hadn't deemed it necessary until he saw the strange beast panting at the auction stall. Dag was, quite truthfully, stunned that the beast didn't have more of an interest in him. Wasn't the mystery and allure enough? Hell, he even fancied the thing as a pet. They could commiserate over their shared fluffiness. "Ah, three casks of mead and two fragrant satchels for dispelling odors," he called, feigning a true bidder's excitement. Dag didn't want to risk giving himself up by signalling to Valk, but he desperately wanted to wink at her... or something. Did she know how irresistible she was, playing the stern little auctioneer?

He grunted at the big, saber-toothed fellow in acknowledgement and sneered at the spunky, brightly colored thing. She didn't seem to know that you needed to speak up if you wanted to procure a deal. Ah well, she'd learn.

His single previous encounter with a wolf hadn't eased his natural wariness of the species, though it had not gone badly. Distrust had been bred too deeply for him to be entirely comfortable with them around, and he had gone out of his way to avoid them. Not as difficult as long as he remained in the north, for it seemed few wolf packs were willing to lay claim to territory in such harsh environs. In the end his wariness had meant little, for wolves were as crafty and evil as the Teachings had claimed them to be. Never even in the depths of nightmares had he dreamed he would end up on the end of a leash in a slave auction. Despite the appearance of stoic calm, his dark golden eyes smoldered as he was prodded along by the damnable primate companion the viking queen commanded, and the muscles of his jaw tensed. He sat stiffly where it was indicated. His gaze was fixed distantly, refusing to acknowledge either the viking queen nor any of the wolves seeking to buy him. He stifled the low growl that threatened to rumble in his chest, refusing to acknowledge the proceedings even that much. If they thought that by paying this wolf bitch her price, that they would own him, these wolves were fools. They could put a literal collar around his throat, put him in harness to pull a plow, but they could not own him. He would be no wolf's pet.

The first to arrive was a brightly colored woman followed by the now-familiar Sirius. He really was trying to buy out her whole market, wasn't he. She wasn't going to complain. All that mattered to her was that he be able to deliver on all of his grandiose bids. She was going to be very disappointed if he failed to make good on his promises.

And then there was the plant. Valkyrie raked a gaze over him - same as she had with Lyra - as though she were seeing him for the first time. Her attention then flitted from him dismissively to fix on Lyra, who had asked her a question. ”This is an auction.” Her gaze flicked to Dagfinn since he was the last to speak. ”And since it has been started without me,” she said while quirking a brow and fixing Sirius with a pointed look, ”The current bid to beat is three casks of mead and two fragrant satchels for dispelling odors.”
”Talk”

OOC: The timed auction starts now! Rules are simple. There is no post order, bids can be anything that is conceivably worth more than the last (and you can just add on to items already offered if you want), auction automatically closes three days from the last post, anyone can pop in or drop out at any time. Items do NOT have to present! There will be a three day IC grace period for buyers to gather items and present them to Valkyrie (no real thread necessary unless you want one).

She huffed quietly as another wolf came up, though her head tilted in curiosity at his fangs. They seemed... different than her father's, but they were still fangs - something that seemed to be cropping up more and more. It was interesting, because as far as she knew, her father was the first to appear in this land with the mutation, just as she was one of the first, if not the first with her paws. And apparently, he knew the price before hand - though the wolf in charge quickly dispelled the notion that it was a simple sale, and rather an auction. Though very wuickly another wolf had made a bid, and she tilted her head at him as well, nose flaring as she noticed that he, and the lady in charge, were of the same ... band? pack? thing. "A buffalo's pelt, with the horns unattached but whole, and then three extra-sparkly and glittery ancient jewels that hang in the form of necklaces," she stated after a long moment. Those jewels were the ones from the barrow that had been their den as children, and that was only a very small - almost unnoticeable - amount from it... albeit probably the largest and prettiest. There were weapons as well, which she could imagine could get repurposed by the right wolf... but she didn't want to offer those

The auction ended in favor of the celestial woman. Valkyrie nodded to her then said, “I accept your bid. The dog is yours.” It was tempting to look at Dagfinn but she resisted and managed to keep her gaze riveted on the winner. “You will have three days to make good in your offer.” Her tail flicked irritably. “If I am not in possession of the goods by the end of the three days he will go back on the block.”  There was an unspoken threat there. She would not take kindly to having her time wasted.