To market, to market

Wylan blinked, tilting his head to the side as the black wolf tucked closer to the brightly coloured one. Had he said something wrong? He glanced back towards the purple wolf, who seemed far more relaxed and utterly unfazed by him. “Was it something I said?” The innocent little pup asked, before allowing himself to be distracted by her questions. “I did! My mumma Halo helped me make them” He explained

“Oh, yes! A necklace. Maybe two? How many sweets did you want?” He asked. Battering and trading was new to him. He had no idea what he should be asking for - but anything shiny would be a win with him.


"Wylan Fatalis"