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Her technique for bartering was straight forward—demands of large kill and her offer for three visits a week to enjoy her company. He swallowed a chuff of amusement—not at her, but simply the brazenness she offered them.

Arric didn’t seem deterred by her offer, the Mayfair noted with amusement, and his eyes glinted between them both as the behemoth offered insight to fighting technique to suit her.

“Our packs will share the resources between our lands and work together when herds are traveling between them,” he negotiated. “And while we will have no qualms of giving extra to our neighbors, we would rather make a point to take time and hold one large valley hunt multiple times throughout the year,” he rumbled, wondering what she thought of this.

And then: “Your welcome to visit with a Creek escort in our lands whenever you desire, Silvertongue. It won’t be used as a way for trade and bartering though.” He paused, exhaling sharply, missing the warmth of his wife in that very moment. “I think you’ll find neither Arric and I are opposed to offering tips and training to any of Riverclan. Nor, do I feel you’d find either of us opposed to a warm partner on occasion who is willing and wanting. But it won't be apart of some arranged agreement or duty.”