the potter and clay

He tilted his head to the side when she said that he wouldn't want hers, blood-red eyes seeking to catch and hold hers. "Would I not?" he inquired quietly. "You seem to be a knowledgeable crafter. I would be honored to trade for the produce of a crafter who had been so kind as to introduce me to the very concept of their craft. I would treasure it." She had asked which pack he hailed from, and it was with quiet pride in his voice that he told her. "I am from the pack Aerie, in the southwest of Boreas. We only recently relocated here."