Blackfoot Forest "But it is," returned she;

yo... idk what kinds of trades you guys are going for otherwise- but anyone care for some sparring? (:

The man grinned. "I'm glad to hear it," he replied, his gaze shifting from Samuel to Gotham. When he looked to Gotham, he could tell that the other was debating something in his head. He shifted through the conversation to decide what. Surely it was nothing about the den -- he wondered if it had anything to do with Samuel's trade. No one was so disapproving of a much-needed trade-- right? He shrugged it off, wondering what the other was thinking but trying not to think too much into it.

"Say," he said, finding a change in topic to distract himself. "Our pack once got into a bit of a skirmish with one that resides in a Maplewood- Phoenix Maplewood to be exact. We've moved away from them since, but I wouldn't say that we're friendly with them. Are any of you skilled with mercenary?" he asked, wondering what they'd say. If they agreed, perhaps he'd request to test their skills- but if not he'd let the topic go. He was well enough trained, perhaps that's all they needed.