They'd finished setting up the stand in short order. Given the festival flavor to the market, she'd set the various alcoholic beverages front and center, with the wool blankets, sheepskins, and fine woven garments hanging from the back and sides of the stall's top to both define the boundary decoratively and show them off. The empty clay pots and other goods were arranged behind her - she didn't want anyone to feel cheated if they'd expected a jar of mead only to find it empty - along with roving and finished yarns. She'd laid out another blanket to be a comfortable surface for her to lay on (and to put the idea of a picnic blanket into the minds of any festival goers wandering past) before stretching out to wolf-watch and enjoy the sights and sounds of a party.

He hadn't thought he would see the day when other packs would willingly mingle with his own. They had come such a long way, and while they had stepped on some toes in getting there, look at them now...

Sakana meandered through the stalls that had been set up, marveling at the variety of wares on offer. When he finally reached the stand from Avalon, he smiled at the alcohol laid out in front, then carefully perused what was further back, closer to the wolf left tending the stall, his tail gave a low wave of greeting. "You've got some fine wares here..." his eyes still danced across roving that he supposed could be carded into the goats wool to give it some extra durability, the fine offering of earthenware.

"Do your healers have a preference for one vessel over another for storing poultice?" It never hurt to have a few extra on hand. After all, who knew what mischief this lot would get themselves into next?

"speech"