Malakai and the pack emerged from the guild, their paws padding on the stone pavement.
The sounds of the city surrounded them - merchants calling out their wares, the clang of hammering on metal, and the murmur of conversations from passersby.
As they walked, the pack bombarded Malakai with questions. Amari yipped, "What happened?" Akira whined, "Did you manage to sell the goblin carcasses?" Vesper, perched on Malakai's back, asked, "Why did we leave so fast?"
Malakai held up a paw, his claws extended. "I'll answer, but we need a quiet place," he said, his voice clear and firm.
They quickly moved through the busy streets, weaving past people and market stalls. The smell of fresh bread wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of roasting meats and exotic spices.
After a few minutes of walking, they reached a secluded corner, surrounded by tall buildings that blocked out the noise and chaos.