Bearclaw Valley Slow going, but here I stand

trade? well that was even more interesting. ancelin's gaze picked with open want over the things rodyn had brought, lingering especially on the glittering green feathers and the fishbones. "moontide. by the sea, then?" he teased, though his grin broadened into one which held a little warmth. 
"well. let me think. i'd love to trade. are you looking for anything specific? maybe a skull or old teeth?" was he kidding? not really, and the indigo eyes glowed to test this ardeth a little. pointed but good-natured, as much as ancelin bearclaw could manage.