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As Rhythm listened to the young woman her paws becan to gather up a bit of the clay at the bottom of the spring. There wasn’t much but as the two of them spoke her paws carefully gathered enough to bring carefully to the surface and deposit on the edge of the spring. Lúta asked about the land after offering the name of the one that she was from. In her very long years the old woman hadn’t heard of it.

”Boreas is a very diverse land.” She started, remembering her younger days and travelling so much more. ”From the frozen tundras of the north to the tropical paradise that is the east.” She offered quietly while bringing another pawful of mud and clay to her growing possession. ”Many packs have come and gone through the years. Nothing has changed in that regard.” She chuckled, if one thing remained the same it was that everything was always changing.

Rhythm was finally satisfied with her haul and carefully made her way out of the water. After a moment of stumbling around she found a relatively flat and dry place to begin her work. She cleaned the surface with her tail after shaking the excess water from her pelt. (Careful not to transfer any to her new companion) Before placing the precious material on her working surface. ”I live in Abaven right now. It’s not far from here."