Mischief maker

Oleander watched her emerge from the shadows, all demure and apologetic. Interesting. His eyes lingered on the healing mark over her maw.

"Glad you came quickly." He praised, his tone was measured and more warm than it was before. "Let's give you the tour so you don't get lost and know where you can and can't go." He said, "This way, that was the southern warrens. It's mostly made up of dens." He guided her and padded away from those warrens and drew them closer to the market entrance. She shouldn't be wandering around on her own quite yet.

"This goes to the market. Most slaves aren't allowed through here. There are a few guards at the entrance because the market is open to everyone, loners and other packs alike. Only the wolves of the Armada and honored guests are allowed on this side of the market." He kept moving, past the monument. Maybe Ignita is in the storerooms? They can finally meet!

"Speech!"