Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: The Bunny, The Wolf, and the Art of the Export

The coastal beast-kin market at the base of the Warlord cliffs was usually a loud, bustling hub of merchants, fishermen, and travelers. It was a place of tough negotiations and heavy coin.

It was absolutely not prepared for Clover.

The Warlord carriage rolled smoothly into the market square, flanked by two heavily armed Warlord guards. The door opened, and Vali hopped out first. The silver wolf-cub puffed out his chest, his bright pink eyes scanning the crowded market for potential threats. He was wearing a tiny, perfectly tailored Warlord vest, and he looked incredibly serious.

"Perimeter is secure!" Vali barked, reaching a hand back into the carriage.

Clover stepped out daintily, smoothing down her pale pink dress. The bunny-cub’s long ears twitched as she took in the sights and smells of the market. She looked like a sweet, helpless little sugar-drop. But tucked securely under her arm was her leather ledger, and in her small hands, she carried a polished wooden box.

"Thank you, Vali," Clover smiled, her nose twitching happily. "Remember the protocol. We are here to establish a trade route for the avian sanctuary’s silver feathers. Be professional."

"I am the most professional Alpha in the North," Vali promised, marching exactly half a step behind her as her sworn Head of Security.

They approached the largest, wealthiest-looking merchant stall in the square. It was run by a massive, gruff-looking Bear-kin with thick brown fur and a gold chain around his neck. His stall was draped in expensive silks and rare gems.

"Excuse me, sir," Clover called out sweetly, standing on her tiptoes so her chin could just barely peek over the edge of his counter.

The Bear-kin merchant looked down, completely bewildered. "Are you lost, little rabbit? Did you wander away from your mother?"

Vali’s pink eyes flashed. He immediately stepped up next to Clover, planting his boots firmly on the cobblestones. He didn’t bite—he had promised Clover no biting—but he let out a low, rumbling growl from the back of his throat, his silver tail bristling.

"Show respect," Vali commanded, puffing his chest out. "You are speaking to the Chief Financial Officer of the Warlord Treasury."

The merchant blinked, looking from the growling wolf-cub to the Warlord guards standing silently a few paces away. He quickly cleared his throat, leaning down to take them seriously. "My apologies, Miss... CFO. How can I help the Warlord estate today?"

Clover smiled, instantly dropping the sweet-little-girl act and slipping into pure merchant mode. She set the wooden box on the counter and clicked the latch open.

"I am seeking a distribution partner for high-grade, ethically sourced avian dander," Clover announced smoothly.

She turned the box around. Inside, resting on a bed of dark velvet, were ten flawless, shimmering silver-tipped flight feathers.

The Bear-kin’s jaw dropped. He reached out with a thick, trembling hand, his eyes wide. "These are... these are from the legendary silver-winged Duck-kin. Nobles in the Capital will pay a fortune to put these in their winter cloaks. Where did you get these?"

"I am the exclusive supplier," Clover stated, tapping her charcoal pencil against her ledger. "And I have fifty more bundles just like it back at the estate. I am willing to offer you the regional distribution rights."

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