To market, to market

Modesty knew nothing of livestock, she knew how to hunt prey and eat it, how to fend off a predator, and surely these animals probably knew some degree of the same. They didn't seem to have the same visceral reaction to Jael that they did to her, so Modesty stood back and let the smaller woman make her assessment.

There were all manner of wolves milling about in the cavern, and to the back it seemed to narrow into what would mark the territory proper, she assumed based on the posted guard. She had lost sight of her daughter in the hustle and bustle and sighed, surely the girl was up to no good, but at least it looked like someone was keeping an eye on her. She smiled pleasantly and sat on a clear patch of stone, near to the livestock, but far enough removed that the traders might not think her interested, just finding a crack of light to sunbathe in after a lengthy journey. She turned her eyes upward and considered that the motes would probably give her a yellow tinge and her expression soured ever so slightly.

She was pulled from her brooding by the return of Jael, grateful for her large, feline ears that angled to catch the sound slightly better than the ones she was born with could. A contemplative “Hmm.” was offered in return for the comment about a drippy nose, but she didn't turn her head to look, she trusted the woman to know her stuff in this regard. “Well, we've certainly earned it, it was a longer journey than I remembered, but please, let me pay.” She tipped her nose to the back of the market where the food vendors were set up. “Anything in particular catch your fancy? We can come back here to eat if nobody moves in while we're gone, it's a nice little patch of sun.” And conveniently close enough to keep an ear out for any coughing among the livestock.

“Speech.”