A Bigger Voice

Ken had made the trek north with Jael's regular wares, snake bone needles, curved for closing wounds, their combined trinkets, some alcohol, and skeins of light, fluffy goat fleece ready for weaving. It stayed quite warm at home in the winter, so they had less need for it, but further north? He regretted not bringing a coat, there was a real bite to the air. Good thing he had some stomach warming spiced rum for his own consumption on the trip.

A chocolate coated ear turned as a small voice squeaked, followed by the shattering of glass. The one that bumped her hardly seemed to notice so he sent his girls to provide them with a perimeter and approached with an easy smile, setting about helping the small wolf, tiny thing, pick up the shattered shards. "Bit fuckin' rude ey? Want me to send the girls to bite 'is ass?" The cattle dogs ears perked at the suggestion, tails beating at their backs, they very much enjoyed biting things when given the chance.

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