There was this one traveling salesman...

Rudy released a sigh of relief as the irate cat leapt from his back… well relief until she proceeded to start kneading his precious furs. "Alma! Oi, cut it out." He reached down and picked the protesting feline up by the scruff of her neck before swiftly depositing her a few feet away. "I don't think anyone is interested in trading for an irate stabey-stabey claw monster."

Almandine's fur frizzed up a bit as she stuck her tongue out at the man. "I'm not sure anyone wants to trade with an overgrown butt-licking sourpuss like you either." Rudy ignored her comment. They were both tired and sore and it was starting to wear on him, he could only hope that he could strike some sort of deal with this pack but if not he supposed it was onward and upward.

Soon an older earthen male approached them, seemingly still quite sleepy. Abaven huh? Rudy dipped his head in greeting. "Good morning to you sir, my name is Rudy Rakshiel and this is my companion Almandine. We are traveling traders of fine and unusual goods." Leaning down he carefully nipped the edges of his deer skin to show the items held within. Pelts, plants and feathers of various kinds as well as unusual and shiny rocks, shells, and all manner of odd items. "I am also happy to assist in hunts, searches and custom requests in return for shelter and food or other items I can trade elsewhere. Would you or someone in your pack be interested in any of these or my services? My companion is one of the finest mousers on the continent."

"Speech"
"Almandine Speech"