Bathing in Sunlight

Chrysanthos used his fangs to snip the twine into even portions before setting them down on the deer hide. At this point it would be up to Bolla who could use her nimble fingers to tie up the herbs and hang them from the tree for drying. In the mean time he would try to cool himself off. Chrys found a slightly shady spot and stretched out on his belly his hind legs splayed out behind him. This was going to be a miserable wait. Perhaps there was an oasis or something nearby he could use to indulge himself.

Someone cleared their throat and his head jerked up as he turned to see a handsome, young man pelted in gold and sable. "Oh, hello there. Can I help you?" While he spoke Bolla eyed the man for a moment before busying herself tying twine to the bunches of wintergreen.