the first cut is the deepest

Twig was about to begin when the sound of pawsteps caused her to look up. Brandr came into view and he seemed happy enough to approach her curiously. He greeted her warmly, it felt good to have a packmate approach just to enjoy her company. After everything that they’d gone through Twig more than believed she belonged here in Abaven. ”Please, it’s always nice to be in your presence.” She offered him with a wink. She knew he was married, but that was why flirting was fun with him.

”I’m working on a new skinning knife.” She wasn’t sure if he had seen the obsidian blade that she once carried. Twig repositioned her chosen wood handle, thankfully it had already been worked down where she wanted it. What would take her the longest was making the antler the correct size. ”What did you bring with you?” Twig asked curiously whileshe peered at his items curiously.