Knock Knock

Corbie flashed the bigger alpha a quick smile. "I've never heard it said that the Fatalis didn't keep their promises, and your pack has worked hard to build a reputation as somewhere wolves can trade freely. You wouldn't risk that reputation to run away with a few samples. I'm not worried," she said teasingly. He waxed enthusiastic about the apple mead, and Corbie couldn't help but preen over it. The mead had always been her pet project, ever since she'd been nomadic with Tornach as a child, trying to recreate what vague memories she had of her mother's craft, so hearing someone praise it was particularly gratifying. "I'll look forward to it," she assured him, intrigued by what the bigger, northern pack produced.