PO...Bear 40.1 - Un-Bear-able Profits
Chief Rohsuak made her way to the Sacred Den once more. She was currently kneeling by the Shrine of Bees, her eyes fixed on the sight before her. Spread out on some basic cloths were trays of golden honeycomb, along with several shimmering flowers. She frowned, furrowing her brow as she looked up. There stood a young man with hardly any fur save for his head, and tiny ears of pure flesh attached to the side of his head rather than the top. He was trying, and failing, not to fidget as he waited for her response.
She slowly shook her head.
“I am sorry, Sacred Den Master, but we cannot trade for these.”
The young man scowled at that.
“Why not? Are you saying it’s not good enough?”
Chief Rohsuak quickly shook her head and held up her hands.
“Quite the opposite. We have nothing at present that would be equal in value. We would starve ourselves if we tried.”
The Den Master froze, blinking repeatedly.
“Huh?”