Kerivus B. Wolf

You were carrying the pelts that you often collected for trade with the humans in this town. You scanned the area with your blue eyes while the wind caught your white fur. Humans often stayed out of your way, but the children didn't seem to mind. But there was one beautiful woman who always glared at you and you never asked why. The red hood was more than enough to tell you who she had been related to.

You sigh and walk into the trading post where everyone had gotten use to seeing you once a month. "Garith, are you in?" You asked looking for the shop owner.

A stout man walked out and looked you over. "Well if it isn't my best source of leather and fur. Got quite a haul today eh?" He asked with a smiling face. "Got anything you need this time around?"

You set everything down and look around. "A little more clothing and thread for a start. Some seasoning yould be good if you have it. And finally some farming equipment if you have it." You had an idea to try and start your own little farm and become self-sufficient.

Once you're given most of what you asked for, minus the farming equipment, you walk out of the store and looked around. You did kind of want to stay in the town a little longer, but you were also afraid of how people might react to that. You knew the older people might not like it, but the children didn't seem to mind how you looked. You'd just have to be careful about how you went about playing with them.

Then there was the problem of the woman who always watched you when you came to town. Maybe you could try to go and talk to her.