[ … continued ( Old World - Market place) ]
The singular word that had caught their attention was the mention of the name , "Skathheim! "
And then the first thing Kieran noticed was the music…twangy, disjointed, and absolutely disturbing. More noise than music anyway!
But the lot looked nothing like Skathheim men.
Upon careful inspection,they realised that they were looking straight at a party of travelling freak shows, bouncing their way towards the Skarthheim borders.
Which was weird.Skathheim pack never allowed outsiders, unless the matter was life or death.
And surely it was.
They learnt that someone was very sick. Probably a wannabe mate for the Alpha himself. He was leaving no stone unturned to cheer her up."Lucky bitch!" Was the uproar.
But this was the perfect opportunity for our Alphas and they singularly focused on what mattered… leaving the gossip out entirely.
A twelve legged donkey hybrid led the parade.
