Goods for sale

Wynter chuckled and retuned the woman's smile as she mentioned how the jewelry and the markings both were from her mother. It made her wish she had some kind of traits from her own mother, but she was still proud of how many traits she had gotten from her father and grandfather regardless. She curiously tried to get a sense of what pack the woman was from since she could get some kind of pack scent intermingled with her own, but it wasn't one she was familiar with. There was something else there, something oddly familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Wynter just chalked it up to how many different wolves and competing scents were all around them making it difficult to pinpoint. "I'm Wynter, by the way," she said conversationally. "If you see anything you're interested in let me know!" She let the woman browse then, standing at the ready to answer any questions or just chat if that was more what she was looking for. Even though it was a market she knew some wolves only came to socialize.

"Wynter Carpathius"