Brokerage

*Recluse* · Updated 04/30/23:

Recluse would soon be testing her warriors and figuring out just how much she could trust them to protect her pack, but until then she wanted to make sure she was upkeeping the border, the moon lit the nook in a silvery light, bathing the fertile grounds with an eerie glow. Snow still covered the ground even as the weather was supposed to let up, seemingly eager to keep its icy claws sunk into Boreas. The light crunching of paws on the snow was the only indication of the path Recluse walked, her pale fur blending in with the snowy landscape, or at least if you were looking at her from within the pack, her silhouette substantially more obvious if she was framed in front of the volcano, who's dark stone form did not hold snow, at least not much. The base where the heat was significantly lesser still piled with the substance but the warm stone usually melted any snow that made it to the ground.

Lilith was draped around the woman's shoulders, as usual. Up ahead of her Recluse stopped mid-stride as an unusual call broke the peace of the night. A deep throaty sound, one that hadn't been heard in these lands until very recently. Picking up her pace the woman approached one of the trees that sat near her border, cherry gaze narrowing as she desperately attempted to make out a shape among the still bare branches. "Galho?" She asked, a brief rustle of feathers and Recluse finally spotted movement in the tree, a pair of beady and unsettling black eyes roving to land on her. The great potoo that was perched in the tree was a new addition to her life, seemingly attaching himself to her with little reason as far as she could see. But his birds-eye view was more than welcome in her mind.

"A roving group of wolves further up ahead mistress." He said in that strange croaking voice of his, and shuffled again, wings stretching slightly. Recluse nodded.

"Show me." It was a simple command and the bird took to the air, the creak of wood and a whoosh of wind the only sound to indicate his flight. Galho took the lead, taking Recluse directly towards the part of the border that the small group had seemingly decided it was safe to loiter next to. The woman narrowed her eyes into a glare, the Potoo settling on a nearby tree. "May I help you?" She said summoning her best alpha voice. One of the wolves in the group, which seemed to be about 4 of them, flinched but the rest turned to look at her with a disaffected expression on their faces. One of them, she assumed the de facto leader, approached though he paid attention enough not to cross her scent line. Gods but he was big, standing several heads above her.

"Apologise, we are not of this land, we seek only shelter and supplies." His accent was thick, even if he spoke well enough. She contemplated for a moment.

"My pack is certainly not against trading," she began though she still clearly had her reservations. "though we primarly deal in information, I may have supplies you may find useful but I will expect fair compensation... in the currency we trade in." The man gave a reluctant nod and Recluse indicated for Galho to return to her. She quickly instructed her flying companion to return to her den, find some of the supplies she kept stashed, and as a quick addendum to bring her son Misery and aunt Shiba (and any herbs she felt she could spare) back with him... the former might gain something of use for his training from this, and the latter may be able to sweeten the deal.

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"Poisons" & Venoms

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