A trade

It wasn’t long before a red-toned wolf trotted up to him. This must be the blacksmith then. He was as tall as Mercury, and looked like he was made for the heavy work required in a forge. Merc’s expression split into a welcoming grin and he held out a paw. “Good morning, I’m Mercury” he introduced himself. “I’m interested in some armor, actually. A few run-ins with predators have really left my ankles feeling exposed.” he said with amusement, shaking a limb for emphasis.

“I’ve seen some nifty bracers around on the wolves of the Armada. I was wondering if you would be able to make me a pair?” he said, before placing a paw in front of the lion's teeth. “I can trade you these, and I can throw in the leathery paw pads to sweeten the deal” he said, starting the bargaining process.


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