Sifting Through the Snow
Sibyl
04-27-2021, 06:25 PM
He had still been carefully studying and considering the strange wolves when Sibyl mentioned they should go see if they'd give them any of their supplies. He turned a confused and surprised expression towards the ambitious little fae, wondering just what kind of herbs she'd been taking in secret to prompt such an outrageous decision. Go up and talk to the monster wolves? They might as well go throw themselves in the sea for how safe that all sounded. It turned out that Sibyl wasn't giving him any choice in the matter, however, as the littler wolf began to nudge and bump his fluffy butt with her head, shoving him forward like a parent trying to get their pup to go play with the others. Realizing he had no chance to changing her mind, Azriel heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes, saying, "Oh, all right, fine. Let's go meet the monsters."
Azriel led the way down the valley towards the caravan of wolves. They still hadn't been spotted yet, and they were standing downwind of them, so he could smell all of their scents readily. They didn't carry scents he was familiar with; were they a different breed of wolf entirely? As the duo drew nearer, Az gave a short howl in greeting to them. The caravan stopped and turned to face the newcomers, and up close, Azriel began to realize that they were, in fact, humongous wolves. Bigger than any dire wolf he had ever encountered! Despite his anxiousness to willingly put himself and Sibyl in this situation, he maintained his composure and confidence while they strode up to the wolves, still carving a path through the snow for Sibyl to follow him more easily up to the group.
"Good morning," he called out to the wolves and dipped his head in greeting.
"Dobroye utro," one of the wolves responded back in a thick foreign accent that emphasized their bass heavy voices. "Who are you?"
Azriel came to a stop a few feet away from them, gesturing first to himself with a paw, and then to Sibyl and her pet behind him. "My name is Azriel Morarian. This is Sibyl Argyris. We're travelers and were passing by when we noticed your caravan and wondered if perhaps you'd be open to some trading."
The larger than life wolves titled their heads and seemed to consider the smaller brute for a moment before exchanging looks and muttered short sentences in their language between one another. After a few minutes of deliberation during which Az was warily looking between the gigantic wolves in case any of them showed signs of aggression, the wolf he had been speaking to motioned for another to come closer with a paw. The second dire wolf trudged up to them as if the snow didn't exist and dropped their large leather bags to the ground, unwinding and unwrapping them to reveal a smorgasbord of fragrant herbs and flowers. Another wolf came up and dropped several thick fur pelts of animals Azriel couldn't quite identify for them to inspect.
"Look. Browse. We trade," the extra dire wolf grumbled.
"Thank you," Azriel replied, then turned to Sibyl and stepped aside so she could inspect the herbs, a wry smirk on his lips as he said, "Go on, darling. Pick yourself out something nice."
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