Hims a good boy?

Valkyrie seemed not to notice Deathbelle until the woman was well within speaking distance. She turned as the woman spoke and then fixed her with a faint amused smile. ”He is.” Valkyrie turned to face her Deathbelle and noted as she did so that she'd seen the woman before. The woman had attended the blot. Not only that she was an alpha judging by the smell of her. She was sure to have something worth trading.

Since it appeared only the woman was interested, Valkyrie decided to chum the waters and see what kind of offer she could get out of Deathbelle. ”He is a proud thing and though he is small he is strong, young and in prime condition.” She very nearly ran a paw down one of his silky tresses but resisted. ”He would make a fine addition to any collection.”
”Talk”