One cow to go

Shaye had heard a rumor about this place, and the possibility that her lost child could have ended up here was breaking her heart. She would never stop looking for Motif, she would search until her dying breath, until her little one was home safe again.

She entered the markets, and the regular stalls gave out a merry perception, with curious wolves wondering about them. It was when she reached the tree, and saw Valkyrie, that she knew she had found the right place. Feeling sick in her heart with worry for Motif, and a slow burning anger at the confirmation of what she was seeing, she would approach.

She saw the pregnant woman, heavily in the late stages before the viking, looking miserable and alone. She saw no sign of Motif, and caught no scent of her. Of course, with so many wolves moving through, it would be easy to miss. Swallowing her anger, and trying to appear neutral, Shaye looked to Valk. “I heard you might have wares im interested in, a small child, dark in color, with markings here and here.” she said, indicating the way Motif’s paws arrowed at the base. She wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing that Motif had little of Shaye’s colors and so much of Rhyme’s. Would a slaver be more or less inclined to sell to a parent? As she spoke, her eyes glanced back at Circe, away, and then back again. Worry for the pregnant woman already blossoming in her heart, finding room besides her fear for Motif.