Pale Spring Sun (TRADE FAIR)

Having lost his horse to Tyrian, Jupiter burst onto the scene hauling his cart all by his lonesome. Somehow since the vikings' market he'd managed to lose all of his slaves. Darya had never really been one, but the kid and the pretty mute girl had managed to sneak off seasons ago. The horse, dammit, had been too smart. Next time if he saw some for sale he'd make a point to get one that couldn't barter for its freedom. A good, dumb horse was all he required. Or a wolf slave or two. He wasn't picky.

Looking around he didn't see any Fireside wolves but he knew for sure both Tyrian and Valentine were coming. As for the rest he couldn't say, but he was selfish enough to be happy if no more potential competition showed up. There were a lot of other wolves there, however. And- his breath caught in his throat. His favorite aggressive, certainly over-compensating for something saber-toothed dreamboat was here! Well, he certainly couldn't pass up saying hello to the handsome devil, now could he? In a loud, high voice that would carry over the masses that separated them, he sang, "Sirius!" Once the name was out there he switched back to his normal bass tones and shouted lackadaisically, "Come visit me big fella I'm setting up over here!"

With a wide swing he navigated his cart away and towards an open spot. Once there he lazily shrugged off his harness and began to rummage around in his cart. He had a rather eclectic assortment of goods to sell. Since Fireside had become all sheepy his goods had become heavily influenced by it. He certainly wasn't complaining. Sheepy things were easy to come by which meant less work for him. Scattered among the pelts, ram skull helmets and leatherwork, there were odds and ends he'd found and traded for during his travels. Really and truly he had a bit of everything.