A slight grin formed on the blonde's face as the very odd colored raven taunted the dogs she'd considered buying. Her own chuckle came forth to pair with the hilarious bird's. Trix nodded as the woman went promptly into her advice, taking this time to study her exotic, beautiful features. While it was fairly obvious that she was foreign by her interesting accent, it was nice to hear her confirm it. However, when she'd said that she'd seen these dogs before, Trix instantly frowned. Exclusive her ass. This already gave some credibility to this woman. This was further improved as she claimed to have trained a few other types of dogs, that she claimed to exist. Trix made a mental note to remember their names. Wolves were easy, everywhere had those. Bearhounds... she wasn't quite sure what those were. Moon-sledders were a complete mystery, but she liked the name. 

She nodded as the woman explained that the Ebon Brutes were quite difficult to train. That was disappointing, further ruining her view of the breeder. When the woman gestured away, Trix was more than willing and grateful to join her. Trix was grateful that the woman had refused payment, every gold counted when it came to paying back the Knights. Continuing to listen, she got felt a small spur of excitement. She'd at least heard of Stone Dogs! She'd never known they were from Stone Crest, nor that they'd been used to protect the miners. 

Trix followed her into the shade, noting the many dogs on the opposite side of the fence. Many of the dogs were energetic and cute, but there were a few more stoic ones, larger ones. Their distance and different seeming nature immediately drew her eyes. They weren't the standard cute that many dogs seemed to be, excluding the puppies of course. But they were strong looking, not cute, but not inherently scary either. Strong definitely seemed to be their defining physical aspect. When she caught the eyes of one though, she was surprised by the intelligence she felt she saw within. It was as if the dog already knew what and who she was, and was planning accordingly. Trix barely heard the command from the other woman, as she was already heeding it. 

The display that Rilana had just showed amazed the blonde herbalist. It wasn't just the intelligent and measured reactions from the male, but the fact that Rilana knew exactly what was needed to draw out that behavior. She was instantly glad that she'd met this mysterious foreigner. It was obvious that she clearly knew what she was talking about. Trix looked up at the approaching huntsman, a smile already upon her face. It barely mattered what he was about to say, she was already sold. She was glad that Rilana had already taken the lead in the conversation, but she made sure to pay very close attention. 

When his offer came up, Trix was mightily relieved. It was still more than she'd originally wanted to pay, but it certainly seemed worth it now. She wasn't even going to bother trying her hand at poorly haggling, she was already thankful. [color=f6989d][i][b]"Yes, I'd like one of the pups. I assume they are old enough to leave their mother?"[/b][/i][/color] It may have seemed a silly question, as he wouldn't have sold them were it not true. But Trix still felt the need to ask, to have the comfort of knowing that both the pup, and in turn, her, were ready. She quickly dug into her coin purse and pulled out the agreed upon sum, handing it over to the man. 

The man laughed heartily, [b]"But of course they are miss."[/b] He took her money, and opened the gate a bit to allow her in. As expected, the male kept a watchful eye on her, but didn't react further, as she was allowed to be there. [b]"Take your pick"[/b] She squatted down, and at first, the hunting hounds moved toward her. But the Feyo seemed to already know what was going on, stopped that with the lightest of growls. Trix reached out her hands toward the three pup ridgebacks, getting their undivided attention. They sniffed at her suspiciously, each of them taking a moment to look back at their parents. Some unseen gesture of approval was given, and they happily licked and rubbed against her hands, her cooing at them. She played with them all equally, her chest swelling with the happiness and relaxation this brought to her. 

But how could she just pick one? There was no feature or characteristic that made any of them better or lesser than the others. If she could afford it, she'd buy all three, but at best she could only take two. She picked up the female, holding her in one hand, then closed her eyes. This was the only fair way, and it still broke her heart. She reached out and scooped up one of the boys at random. She stood up, her eyes now open, as she gently moved the two pups to a single arm, fishing out thirty five more golds, and offering them. [color=f6989d][i][b]"If I had more, I'd take all three. But this is what I can afford."[/b][/i][/color]

She looked down at the remaining boy, and her heart broke further. He was far too stoic to cry, to whine, to beg to be played with or for his siblings back. But there was something in those eyes that knew that he'd never see those he'd grown up with again. Trix had to look away before the tears would come, as the man nodded at her payment. She looked at the woman with watery eyes, [color=f6989d][i][b]"Thank you for helping me, it means the world to me."[/b][/i][/color] She moved toward the gate to leave, trying her best to keep the tears in, to not look back at the pup she was leaving behind. She cooed at the two in her arms, unnecessarily comforting them, though it was more for herself. The best she could do was raise them right and take the best care of them that she could, and hope the third found an equally good, or better, home. 

She knew the basics of dog care, but she figured that there was a lot more to doing it properly. Once she'd composed herself a bit, she fully intended to ask the woman for some tips and the like, as well as offering a non-monetary recompense. But that would take a bit of time, but she didn't care. She'd never be ashamed of how she felt, regardless of the presence of foreigners.