How much is that doggie in the window (Bjorn sale)

She huffed quietly as another wolf came up, though her head tilted in curiosity at his fangs. They seemed... different than her father's, but they were still fangs - something that seemed to be cropping up more and more. It was interesting, because as far as she knew, her father was the first to appear in this land with the mutation, just as she was one of the first, if not the first with her paws. And apparently, he knew the price before hand - though the wolf in charge quickly dispelled the notion that it was a simple sale, and rather an auction. Though very wuickly another wolf had made a bid, and she tilted her head at him as well, nose flaring as she noticed that he, and the lady in charge, were of the same ... band? pack? thing. "A buffalo's pelt, with the horns unattached but whole, and then three extra-sparkly and glittery ancient jewels that hang in the form of necklaces," she stated after a long moment. Those jewels were the ones from the barrow that had been their den as children, and that was only a very small - almost unnoticeable - amount from it... albeit probably the largest and prettiest. There were weapons as well, which she could imagine could get repurposed by the right wolf... but she didn't want to offer those