Sleepy Fox Hollow tiny tin feet on tiny tin soldiers

Mahler mentioned trade, and the thought pinged about in Mayblossom’s head. Trade.

Hadnt she been thinking of trade?

I can also put in the trade of my furs, if you would allow me to stay, advisor. She offered, before reaching around to pull down one of the pelts.

Wolverine, a beastly little thing she hadn’t killed, but she had taken the raw product and turned it into something to be proud of. 

I am willing to offer one of these to you, as collateral.