Violet
The question drew a round of genuine laughter from the nearby wolves.
"Coin is coin," the younger woman said, grinning. "Doesn't matter where it's from. Metal's metal."
"And if your coin's no good for some reason, we trade," the old wolf added. "Goods for goods. That's how it works out here. No one goes hungry if they've got something to offer."
The broad-shouldered man finally looked up, interest lighting his eyes. "You said Silverwood? You wouldn't happen to have anything from there, would you? Trinkets, crafts, anything like that?"
My stomach sank slightly. I had packed only necessities. Nothing extra. Especially nothing that could be traded for curiosity's sake. I wished now that I had thought to bring something, anything, from the castle.
But Bei was already reaching into her pack.
"I might have a few things," she said.
