Cosmic Love

Gwen's ears pricked up in interest at the woman's profession. "Do you know how to use the spears efficiently as well?" she queried, and gave a wry smile. "I made rather crude wooden spears myself to use against a bear this autumn, but I'm afraid none of us had any experience in using them and it resulted in injuries." Specifically, her own injuries, which had led to the weakness and sickness that now plagued her. "If the pack had training in using them, it could be a boon. Either way, we would certainly welcome a craftsman in our ranks." Even if they couldn't be trained to use the spears effectively enough for them to be safer than not using them at all, having trade goods to offer their allies would be a great asset for the pack's future, though she trusted Aurielle would be careful not to include the spears as trade goods for any pack that wasn't closely allied with them. "I am Gwenevere. The primary alpha is Aurielle Adravendi, though I'm afraid she is occupied elsewhere at the moment. May I ask your name, crafter?"