Arthur stared at Richard in disbelief, nearly speechless. The man possessed some of the finest weapons and combat equipment in the entire wolf world, yet he constantly complained about being broke. Richard's wealth could probably sustain several packs for generations, but the night before, he had still refused to buy Arthur a single meal.
"Fine," Arthur finally muttered with a defeated sigh. "Ten thousand. That's the lowest I'll go."
"Deal."
The two grown men sat across from each other on the sofa, sealing their childish wager with complete seriousness, like rival wolves making an official challenge before their pack.
