Repairs

A mountain of a man walked in and began to peruse the stalls. The wolf on market duty had slipped out to grab stock. Leaving… The Warlord to sell the product. Hmm, perhaps that hadn't been the wisest move on his part. There was a reason he relied on diplomats. Still, the Warlord moved forward. Flicking his ears back and he heard Wylan race after the young wolf that had accompanied the stranger. As he did so, he realised he recognised the kid. That was one of Sednas. Interesting, this wolf didn't smell of tojo. His attention moved forward again as he approached.


“Hello, looking after the mite for Sedna?” He asked, his voice more welcoming than if he had been talking to a stranger. A friend of Sedna was likely welcome here. “Welcome to the Armada. I'm Sirius Fatalis.That sheep wool looks high quality, have you come to trade it?” He asked, catching the sharp scent of it. It would be a great benefit to the Northern pack. It would just be better if Sirius wasn't the face of the market. He knew himself well enough to acknowledge it. Still, he would always go to great lengths for his wolves.