cogs greased and turning

Katja tilted her head toward Kassander. "Patience," she advised him, "is a great virtue to cultivate."

As though her words summoned him, a yellow-marked male burst out, coming to a halt and panting through and apology. "Pups will be pups," she murmured in dutiful politeness. "They have no sense of convenience. I am Katja Finnvi, alpha of Yfir in the north, and one of our healers Kassander Xanilov with his companions. We have come to offer a trade to your pack, if you or any of yours has interest." She offered to him the jars of liquid. "It is called alcohol, if you are unfamiliar with it. They are beverages brewed of fruits, herbs, and honey, and well suitable for celebrations, although the ciser and wine," she indicated them as she said the names, "are also well suited for casual use."

OOC: Go ahead and skip Kassander. Unless he's specifically addressed he's probably not going to say anything.