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Mac's ears went down sheepishly as Oliver told his story and he coughed, "I... know how that is." He said, clearing his throat, "Just last year I got spooked by the sound of one of my dad's goons crunching on some antlers while I was doing some yard work at home, and I ran over a rake and got...

Mac grinned wide at Oliver's excitement, one of the few times he was willing to show his teeth so openly. He walked in to Oliver's living space and looked around, finding a good spot to sit, "well, you weren't at your stall, so of course I asked about you." he explained. "I didn't exactly keep...

Mac grinned at Olliver, one of the few people he didn't need to be shy about his mouth around, he grinned before looking down at the bandage, "Ah, is that why you had to stay home, I met your... Uncle? I can't remember. Grisham." He offered. "He brought me home to come visit you, felt I could...

Mac laughed at that as well, he enjoyed Grisham's company and the small talk they had. It was nice to not be feared by someone new. Mac looked over the rustic looking building, nothing like the modern buildings his family worked in the cities, nor the mansion that he lived in with the families...

Mac curled up his lip to show his teeth again, "Only half." He explained. He reached into his backpack and pulled out an antler, his own well chewed antler. He cleared his throat, "Mom's side of the family are moose, and they got into the racket of selling off moose antlers and velvet every...

Mac laughed at Grisham's disbelief, "yeah I thought you knew who they were. Or at least had some idea." he said, clearing his throat, "it's why I don't want to have to deal with them." he said. "meat's big business, even if illegal, and my family aren't exactly the most legitimate people." he...

Mac smiled a little at that comment. He hoped Olliver wouldn't get put into a similar situation. Mac nodded at the mention of hunters, "I know, I've met some of them before. Family does business with them." He said, his smile gone.

Mac laughed at the way the question was phrased, "oh, make no mistake, they still send me money. I just put it into savings or under use it." he explained, "I just don't want to be beholden to them." he looked over his shoulder before continuing walking.

Mac winced at mention of his work, "Well, I work in a customer support call center... For Ikea..." He said with a cough, "It's not exactly the most pleasant, but it means I'm not dependent on the money my parents keep sending me." He said, trying to be as truthful as possible

Mac walked along with Grisham, eager to get away from his handlers and go somewhere new. He walked by with his hands in his pockets, carefully measuring his stride to match the older man's. "So, what got you into farming?" he asked, trying to fill the air with conversation.

Mac sighed as they had left, the market bustle getting back to what it was before. He licked his chops and then slapped a hand over his mouth, looking around furtively to see if anyone saw, but the market was very specifically avoiding looking in his direction. He gave a sigh of relief that he...

The moose laughed, "All right, well I won't disrespect your business." He took the money back and pocketed it before pointing to Mac, "We'll be waiting for you at home." He turned away and walked back the way he came, the sled dogs following in a clump. "So, is there a good time that I could...

The dogs and the moose approached him, "Mac, your father would like a meeting with you at your earliest convenience." The moose seemed to speak for all of them. Mac groaned and looked to Grisham, "I will." He turned to the moose, "I'm shopping, you can come pick me up at the house after I drop...

Mac shrugged, "Kind of, I'm a regular with these stalls. Olliver just always had the vegetables I wanted, was nice enough. It's nice to have people not afraid." He said, handing over the money. Mac's ears went up, "Aww crap." Sled dogs in suits were approaching the market, their distinctive...

Mac approached Grishams stall and looked over the vegetables, picking out several root vegetables before turning to the wolf dog who had been sniffing the air. He cleared his throat "yes, I know I smell a bit of dog." he mumbled, barely opening his mouth. He looked around before using a thumb...

Mac looked around furtively, reaching into his large backpack and pulling out one of his old antlers to gnaw on. His new antlers were already growing back in, and the old one was on its last legs. There was a loud crunch as the antler broke in half and he quickly hid the piece that wasn't in his...