<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Devin followed Blue inside, waving to Eivind before he left. She didn't expect he would be gone long. He was different now, that much was obvious. Warm, if only to Blue, but the new quality suited him.<br/>
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“I think whatever affection Eivind possessed was all saved up, stored away in a little box for you to open,” she commented. “I'm happy for you two.” She touched the banister when she came to it, looking at the way the artwork wrapped, and then to the windows that would supply the right sort of light later in the evening. She followed him up the stairs, fine with his maintained state of undress. She didn't linger too much on the scarring either, oftentimes something common with the wolves. It was still, of course, a curiosity with a human, but one she knew the general circumstances of. It wasn't as if Blue's circumstances were kept all that secret.<br/>
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Eivind and Blue had obviously worked past all of that if the state of their sheets were anything to go by. Not anything that bothered her either. Sex was very common, and not often repressed with wolves.<br/>
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“I think all of this could sell very well,” she told Blue, unsure at first if Eivind was biased, but it seemed as if Blue was actually talented.<br/>
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“Our clients are mostly human,” she informed. “With that being the case, I suggest you start building up your work, and that we do some sort of gallery showing. We have the space here. Hell, have Eivind build you a properly unusual gallery. Something you can really make your own. We can introduce you as a proficient, talented young artist. I don't think a side piece to the furniture company is the way to go at all though. You'd need your own website so that you can develop your own brand. We can link to it, and still offer commission recommendations, but the target demographics are separate. You'll make more in the long run, and potential for growth is much greater,” she suggested, running her hands over the dresser. Their furniture was very plain and simple. Functional, and well-crafted, but lacked a great deal of originality. Most people were fine with that, and the people who were looking for the sort of thing Blue could produce would not be going to their website. It would do the young artist no justice in the long term.<br/>
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“Eivind doesn't understand these things, but that's why he's not in charge of this side of the business,” she said with a smile. All of that would take time, of course, but she could start working on building a website and getting proper photos of Blue's work.<br/>
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“We'll do a minimalist start for the time being. Few, but quality examples. Slap a pretty price tag on an original piece or two. Once your first thing sells it'll all start coming together. With Eivind you at least won't be the starving artist, so you can afford to set a price higher than you're probably thinking you wanted to start at. If they see your regular things selling, they'll want to commission something that much more.” Blue was part of the pack now, and she didn't imagine he'd be going anywhere anytime soon. It was better that they all planned for the future, rather than the short term. Eivind would agree to it, even if he didn't fully understand all of it. With that out of the way, she asked Blue more about himself, simply curious and friendly. She liked humans, but it was still an oddity to have one within the pack now, mated to one of their more grumpy males.<br/>
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She was still there when Eivind returned, a naked Sig followed behind him. He looked to Blue, and then the female occupying the home. It took little time for his mind to catch up to him, but he wasn't embarrassed in the slightest. Instead, he introduced himself.<br/>
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“He was out laying naked by the river, not a care in the world,” Eivind told Blue. “Not even that far away.”<br/>
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“Do you honestly blame me after the shit you two put me through all week?” Sig asked, feeling he needed a little time to relax and be lazy. “Blue, I see you are making friends. Who is this?”<br/>
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“Devin,” she told him, brow raised as his confident but relaxed demeanor. The young woman looked back to Eivind.<br/>
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“I told Blue what I wanted to do. I trust we're free to make the choices we feel suit our better interests,” Devin commented. Eivind didn't really know what that entailed, but he shrugged anyway.<br/>
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“Of course, do what you feel needs to be done.”<br/>
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Sig patted Eivind on the shoulder.<br/>
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“Seems like you've all been hard at work. Relax, let me make something for dinner,” the smaller wolf offered, meaning all of them. Eivind's freezer was feeling rather empty, but Sig would make do with what was available.</span></span>