Things to Sell

Ellara had wandered far from her usual haunts, the call of adventure and curiosity leading her to the heart of Dreamer's Col. The mountain range loomed majestically before her, its cave system winding through the rugged terrain like a hidden labyrinth. She had heard whispers of the Armada pack and their enigmatic ways, and now, she found herself drawn to their market, eager to glimpse a different world.

As she approached one of the small openings at the base of the mountain, the scent of honey and feathers wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the cave. She followed the scent, her paws treading lightly on the rocky ground. The market was a bustling place, filled with the lively hum of commerce and the rich tapestry of the pack's culture. Ellara's pink eyes sparkled with interest as she took in the vibrant scene.

Her gaze fell upon a stall adorned with an array of feathers, each one meticulously crafted into necklaces, brooches, and writing quills. Intrigued, she stepped closer, her attention captured by the unique beauty of the wares. The wolf behind the stall, a stranger to her, seemed deeply immersed in his work, arranging the feathers with a careful hand. Ellara's presence was as soft as her muted pink fur, but her curiosity was palpable.

"These are quite exquisite," she said softly, her voice carrying the warmth of her nature. "I've never seen such intricate featherwork before. Did you craft them all yourself?" Her pink eyes met his, reflecting a genuine interest and a gentle smile. "I am Ellara Praetor, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet someone with such a unique talent." She paused, her melancholic spirit briefly lifted by the novelty of the moment. "What are you looking for in exchange for these beautiful pieces?"