---- 29.


    BUYING FOR MY FEMALE LYRA A group of warriors appeared out of nowhere.


    Aztoria and 1, ready to fight if needed.


    They walked until the mes lit up their faces and we realized there were some women among them too.


    "alpha Yeron?" the experienced male who was leading the way stepped forward, eyeing the neers.


    "See? I told you it was old Omar!" Ina second, the tense atmosphere shifted. Turned out it was another grouping to trade, and they already knew our guide from past travels.


    The Alpha was his friend, so they decided to join our people.


    After all, more people was better.


    Within minutes, thekeshore became lively and more fires were lit.


    Inoticed they were more advanced than Drakkars tribe, with better ~made clothes and even ceramic items.


    I stared at the pieces they started showing to the other women ---- from our pack.


    Cant me them for being amazedeven I was kind of drooling over those soft, well-treated furs, fluffy and in bright colors. Id never seen an animal with that kind of fur before, only those ugly scaly and rough ones.


    "You like Fyras fur?" Drakkars husky voice whispered in my ear.


    We were sitting a little away from the main group.


    "Well, theyre pretty...


    but its fine, we''ll be able to hunt and trade at the festival," I gave him a smile.


    Truth was, my clothes were falling apart, but whatever...


    the hides we had in the pack were way too rough and ufortable. Soon the men from our camp returned, carrying those weird chickens, and followed my steps to cook them.


    The neers joined in curiously.


    They kept sneaking nces at Drakkar and meguess it was because of all the over-the-top praiseing from our tribe I kept trying to ignore Verak, who from the shadows didnt waste a second to eye-fuck me.


    Goddess, what a pain in the ass...


    not even with his female clinging to him like a fly on sh*t.


    Aztoria kept blocking the dumb attempts of his wolf to get close.