Rawhide

TIAMAT

"Hello, Rudy," Tiamat smiled, oddly gently. She had a bit of a soft spot for birds; she'd tilted her head skywards in her youth and wished she were anywhere but home, but slowly grew out of it and into her responsibility and roles. Being seen as a second-rate Klein had at first jilted the young Tiamat; then, it had driven her to prove everyone else wrong, and she'd succeeded. She no longer pined for the freedom of birds, but found herself liking them even so. "Well met, Aerdnis."

She watched and listened as Aerdnis explained and worked the hide, wrinkling her nose slightly when Aerdnis spoke up about the brain. Well. Tiamat could see how it worked in theory, but in practice... At least tanning hides had never been part of her duties. It was one thing that Tiamat was glad not to be doing. Still, she moved closer, looking with keen eyes at the girl's work. She massaged the brain in with steady rhythm, ensuring that every part of the hide that needed to be covered, was coated in the... brain mush. Aerdnis had a good work ethic, and it seemed she was willing to dirty her paws to get the job done.

Exactly what Tiamat liked in a wolf. She smiled again. "That's very interesting. Where did you learn this from?"


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