passing down knowledge

Now that she had Dunkan patrolling the borders to build his stamina and muscles, the woman had a lot of free time. In that time, she'd been building. The behemoth dug a second door into the large den that she'd crafted. She lined the outside of the den with stones. A stone fire pit had been built. A short ways off, she created a small den for food storage as she liked to keep her own kills rather than take from the communal stores.

When the call rang out, Resin lifted her head from her task, looking in the direction of the common area. She wasn't one to mingle. Unless others came to her, the woman mostly kept to herself. It was odd to hear a call for her specifically. With a shrug, the older wolf abandoned her task and made her way towards the call.

Upon arriving at the common area with its tamped down grass and massive fire pit, the warrior's lone eye rested upon the man that her daughter had taken a shine to. The scarred brow above that missing eye arched in question, a gesture that her daughter also used frequently. What could he want with her? Coming up before him, the dame spoke in her gruff, growling tones. "Roan..." Nothing seemed wrong with him, so he couldn't have called her here for an emergency. She had to admit, she was curious.

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