Cheap eyeballs on the black market

Basilisk made his way into the market, dropping off supplies at one of the stalls. He didn't spend too much time here these days, leaving the running of it to Ignita and Andromeda. There was so much else to do, with two new territories to establish as their own.

Once he had unloaded his bundle, he realised he recognised one of the wolves wandering around the market. It wasn't every day an Alpha appeared to examine their wares. He set his course to pass her, and nodded his head in greeting. “Modesty, was it?” He asked for clarification. Their one meeting had been brief. He still didn't understand what her abrupt leaving had been about.