a trip down memory lane

Pyrrhic continued to speak about his father. Iolaire was both surprised and impressed with the respect in the man's voice as he spoke of his father. So many wolves detested their parents for one reason or another. It was a welcome change. She listened as he spoke of his father's expertise in drying meats and proclaimed that the deceased wolf would have been thrilled to learn. The small woman laughed softly. "And I'd have been thrilled to trade knowledge with him as well."

Having risen and moved off to mess with the vines, Io was so busy pondering that she hadn't realized the flecked mans approach at first. When he spoke, green-gold eyes widened momentarily before she motioned to the vines with a dusty blue nose. "I've built a wheeled cart. Quite large and cumbersome." She cast a sidelong glance at the man. "A gift for my giant brother, Sirius." The little healer gave another gentle tug of the vines. "I need to craft a harness so that he might pull it and I believe these vines might be strong enough to hold together while he's pulling the cart." Tilting her head slightly, she questioned the man. "What do you think?