The business world of the beast-kin Empire was ruthless, highly competitive, and required an iron will.
Clover, currently standing at an imposing height of three-foot-four in her yellow sundress and pristine white apron, possessed all of these traits.
"Inventory check," Clover announced, tapping her charcoal pencil against her small leather ledger.
Standing right beside her, practically vibrating with excitement, was Vali. The silver wolf-cub had a massive woven basket strapped to his back. It was completely overflowing with thick woolen blankets, three bags of premium roasted seeds from Primrose's pantry, and a small mountain of colorful wooden blocks that Orion had donated to the cause.
"The cargo is secure!" Vali barked softly, puffing out his chest and trying to look like a hardened mercenary. Unfortunately, his fluffy tail was wagging so fast it was creating a minor wind current behind him. "I am carrying sixty pounds of trade goods! I am a beast of burden!"
