Snippet #2670921

To say that Maelstrom accepted the unfamiliar hand attempting to scratch his ears would be to tell a white lie. The Dire ducked his head away from the hand, uttering a rumble and a warning ‘I am no pet, wolf.’ Before settling more comfortably, mismatched eyes flicking between the two customers. The human seemed the most anxious about his appearance, so Kanixillo took over at the squeak. “Ah, don’t mind ‘im. He won’t bitecha. Might blow ya a lit’le kiss, though.” Maelstrom lifted his head, lifting one paw to smack against the floor, the resulting wind swirled to greet the woman, as the wolf licked the air in a quick, pecking manner. A moment later, she might feel a soft buffet of warm air against her left cheek.

Maelstrom gave the last half a foot of his tail a few taps on the floor before setting his head between his paws again. Kanixillo, meanwhile, finally recalled that it was dark out, thus dark within his shop, at least to the eyes of a human. “Ah, right.” he reached out and brushed the tips of his fingers against a clear crystal set on the counter like a lamp. The crystal glimmered into life at his touch, lending a surprisingly room filling white glow to the atmosphere. Soft enough not to be aggravating to the eyes, bright enough to better show his wares. The light lit those golden eyes with a warm fire as he grinned at the woman. “Lycan eyes see well’in the dark, an’ sometimes I f’rget that human customers can’t see as well as I can at night.” He winked cheerfully.

Turning his attention to the wolf anthro, Kanix bent to examine the earrings. “Ah, a fair few, aye. I c’n pull a few out from the back if y‘like. For those wit’ tails, I also have tail rings and hock bracelets.” The woman wasn’t much of a speaker; shy? The wolf, however, he gleaned some information. Amaskar, hm? Not a land he was familiar with. He bent behind the counter and pulled out a large wooden box lined with velvet, opening the lid to flaunt the wares. Large hoop earrings, clearly meant for those with more wolfen features, and heavy rings meant to sit at the base of a tail, glittered in every metal available, and every gem setting, color, and facet. To the customers both, he added “I’m Kanixillo, owner of Trinkets n’ Treasures, by the way.”