The Hollows
Hunt thread
08-02-2019, 11:09 AM
Lucretia answered Rosemary's call as soon as she heard it. It was difficult to steal time away from Deathbelle with her labor on the horizon, but the vikings were in town and she wanted something to sweet her own offering. The leftover honey tonics from the pregnancy had fermented by now, creating a thick, heady mead. Those alone were an enticing trade, but the help of a striking hide or piece of meat would ensure any item she was interested in would belong to her. "Good morning, brother mine," she purred, pricking her ears as she inspected the herd. Herbivores were funny things. How easy it would be to scuffle along the ground for everything she needed to eat. "Do you have your eye on any particular specimen?" |