pillow talk
ft zee and sirius
07-10-2019, 03:22 PM
the past few weeks were a welcome blurr of activity. she had gotten her order from that empress lady and set to work on collecting leather for the battle armor. luckily for her, a jaguar had been killed by Dagfinn and herself. it wasn't bovine leather, but it'd do. but Dutch wasn't out here to visit Ashen or anything. she had the measurements and the leather was back at camp, soaking in water after she scraped off all the excess fat. the salt would be added next after it was done soaking. it usually took up to two full days, so the dwarf felt she could wander a bit in the meantime. Dutch carried on her back some hare pelts from recent kills in the west. the convenient place of water at the Deluge attracted thirsty critters. she wasn't a hunter, but she knew easy prey. skinning the fur off of the kills, she'd devour the food before going on her way. by the time she got back, the meat would spoil; she didn't plan on going back to the Hjarrandi until two days were up. she'd just pace in camp, waiting for the leather to be ready. with the three hare pelts slung across her back, she just wandered the area with ideas forming in her head. she could sell the pelts easily to a pack in the area. there was a shitton of packs in this area. she only paused, a voiceless murmur crossing her lips at the interruption when she smelt the pack wolves. Dutch knew they were Ashen wolves; they had the scent of Deathbelle on them. tilting her head up, she wondered if they had come to collect the armor. it was too early for that though. she'd have to send them away if so. patiently, the dwarf just waited for them to come into view. she wondered what they wanted, or if they were just passing by. either way, she had no reason to fear them. |
dutch speaks with a thick scandinavian accent.