The Merchant turned quickly. He kept his gaze on the woman as he worked to undo the chains attached to himself. He was indeed tired, hungry, and fairly ready to return back to the warm lands of Russia. But, he felt short in giving an answer. Jaromil hadn't given him that much information and he hated to assume such a thing. Wanting to avoid the backlash of his leader. "We will need enough to dress a small amount of warriors. Thirty wolves in total." With that spoken, Karil pushed Chesna to the woman's paws. Wanting nothing more to do with the slave.
Chesna's body was growing more and more weak as the time passed. She did not show it, though, for fear of being punished, It took a lot to keep herself standing. Limbs trembling under the strain they were placed in. So to say she was not relieved when she felt herself being tossed to the ground would have been an understatement. Inside, she sighed in relief. Gaze remained cast as they now looked at a set of white paws. Or, were they black? No. They were both. So slender and feminine. Was she to be owned by a woman?
Karil looked over his shoulder to send out a few barks. Two wolves from their ship having came shortly after their leave as backup and remained in the shadows for their protection. Dark in pelts with the silver of eyes to match. They were the Russian pack's assassins and never strayed far from any of the members. "They will carry the payment The bitch is yours."
