Time for trade

Ignita gave a soft "oh." when he grabbed the mead and placed it beside himself. She had never partaken in meads and spirits and didn't quite understand the appeal. It had typically rendered her previous alpha's partygoers goofy and solicitous. She knew the healers here made the mead though.

He turned to her for more ideas about what they could trade, and she looked at the shawl again wondering how they could use them and distribute and if they would be popular among the denizens of Armada. Her own coat was fairly thin and accustomed to the desert heat, but those here had typically grown with thicker coats.

"Oh! Are there any jewelry makers here? We could easily trade some of those for shawls like this. Especially with our precious stones." She was typically a practical girl and didn't have much of an eye for the decadent appeal of bothersome draping jewelry that would get in the way of her work, but she knew many loved the idea of such trinkets. "I could even try my paws, or Ida's, at making something like a pin to keep furs and shawls on our shoulders." She continued. The work may take her away from some of her other duties though, perhaps in her own time.

"Speech"