it ain't no fun if the homies can't have none

It was spratic, her travels seeming to take her up and down Ala with her little bag of goodies. She half expected with be greeted with song and dance and praise but no. She got none of that. Normally it was just a bunch of grumpy sick people. God she hated sick people. This time she found herself somewhere actually quite dear to her heart, the place where she had first met Desiree so many months ago. The dance floor of the gods. It was claimed not by another pack that Vi really knew nothing about. But no doubt they too would have sick people. So she would slip to the boards, once again moving to sit at them and place her little bag of goodies on the ground before moving to sit beside them. Head would tip back and an easy call would be let out for an alpha or someone of authority. Hopefully someone with enough authority to bargain a bit.

Table by Azil