take my hand

Ignoring the excited voice of the yearling as she spoke with Kassander - he was perfectly capable of answering for himself - she kept her attention unflaggingly on Bass. He asked the important question... what did she want in exchange for this? "Alcohol is a mild mind-altering beverage. It's effects are not so strong as many of the herbs wolves choose to partake in recreationally and our bodies generally burn through it faster. It usually lowers inhibitions, aids in relaxation." And it was time to settle down to haggle. "My pack resides now in the north. As you know, it is a much less... hospitable environment than the east. We would, in exchange for the beverages, ask for prey and medical herbs." She eyed him sternly. "The amounts are negotiable and would in large part depend upon the volume you want. Now... with your interest in the ciser, perhaps you would be interested in 'wine'." She moved forward the third type she had carried with her. "It can be created from many types of fruits and mulled with herbs, but this particular sample is a simple one made of grapes. It is a little heavier in taste than the ciser, but no stronger."