Wandering Sales Branch
The wintertime has passed in its sombre majesty; having brought skies of richly marbled greys and trees so elegant in their bare beauty. However, those days are waning and new energy rises. You allow your eyes flow from tree to tree, noticing the buds ready to open into the light, to be as green flags in the ever-warming wind.
Soon, your gaze stops dead in its tracks upon spotting what appears to be an elderly lioness perched precariously upon a bare limb (how did an old girl like her get up there anyway?) groaning beneath the ragged female's weight. If you were being completely honest with yourself, she was not the best-looking lioness around - she was quite a large breed, scarred up from nose to haunches and a lop-sided underbite beneath a muzzle littered with greying hair. Your gaze drifts toward the beautifully organized items surrounding the base of the tree and even hanging from the branches themselves, a pile of silver beetles stacked within the safety of a tree hollow.
"Well don't just stand there!" Called out the old female as she used a single claw to beckon you forward, her single amber eye scanning you before her lips parted in a snaggle-toothed smile. "The name's Ruth and this here is my shop - I travel around time to time, looking for prides in need of some... Je ne sais quoi. Take what y'all like, I have no use for it anymore."
