Getting to work

Significant amounts of his time, when not dedicated to the daily running of the pack and fawning over Kirsi now that she was here, had been invested in this grand project he'd been crazy enough to begin undertaking. It was only in the planning stages just yet. He'd been gathering sticks and tying colored strips of tanned hides to them to use as markers so that he could outline what he wanted and actually see it laid out before him instead of just in his head. The conclusion he'd come to was that he'd need a LOT of stones moved to make this thing. Staring up at the gnarled roots of the massive redwood stump, Ignatius held in the defeated sigh that threatened to let itself loose as he drove another wood stake into the ground.

Yeah, a lot of stone. Maybe he needed to scale back his idea? Or... hmm.. He had the basic shape of the arena outlined. It left plenty of room for the coal beds in the center as well as room for fights to take place around them. He just wasn't sure if it was possible to build the walls up very high without them crumbling. It was far easier to just use buildings that were already there than to make something from scratch apparently. He needed to do a lot of testing before he settled on a firm plan it seemed.