Trade Tirade

The trip led them into the northern reaches, they were attempting to avoid the volcano and its reaches as best they could. The trip was longer, but they wouldn’t be forced to deal with the earthquakes or the fires or the ash quite as much. Once they were well into the Northern reaches though Rhythm realized how much a blanket would have been appreciated. She hadn’t said anything to Valentine yet, but she knew that he noticed her shivering because he didn’t hesitate to walk closer.

She smiled softly at the thought of him while she walked close to the border of the pack. She requested some fresh meat from him and the two of them were separated as she walked near the border of Winterfell. Rhythm’s age wasn’t hidden in her gait, and though she wavered the woman didn’t cross the border despite her blindness. Feather flittered in the air above her, the old bird just as sorrow filled as Rhythm with the loss of her once master.

The old woman might have continued going forward, but she was suddenly struck with a thought. Surely a pack of this size might have an extra fur or so to trade her. The problem was what did she have in exchange for said fur? Rhythm hadn’t carried anything with her from Legion’s temporary land. Maybe some of her knowledge? She sighed heavily and stopped, reclining back onto her haunches.

With little more hesitation the old Destruction called forth for a healer of the pack within. Hopefully someone like that might accept the words she had to offer instead of a physical item. Surely they would be worth a fur to go over her shoulders. She relaxed against the cold earth with a small smile on her lips despite the sadness beneath.

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