Repairs

The repairs to the pack proper had taken priority over all else. Certainly the market stalls hadn't been high on their list. Not until dens were habbital once more. But at last, the Warlord and his wolves had started to make progress in the market itself. Tables had been rebuilt, and supplies had been regulated to the stalls. The benefit of trade couldn't be overlooked, not when they could earn things to replace their lost supplies that way.


It was a cool spring morning when the last pieces were put together, and the market reopened. The Warlord found himself leaning against the cave wall. Out of the way and to the side, simply watching and waiting to see who might wander in.