Life Flows

Ragna grinned, pleased with herself and the fascination of the other wolf. Lúta had had a similar response when she'd first seen the fire. Ragna held out her palms to show a strange bit of metal and a piece of flint. "You can find all sorts of metal bits on the Veteran's Plateau. If you find a good smooth one you can strike flint across it to make a spark."

Lúta barked out a laugh as Ylva flung an elderberry branch at her companion. She kept an eye on her bowl as Asgeira spoke. When the green from the leaves had been extracted into the melted fats she carefully scooted the bowl away from the fire until Ragna shooed her away and used two sticks to set it on the ground without burning herself. Lúta shot Aggie a look. Were all companions like this?

"That's alright. It was a real shot in the dark. If I had any leadership sense I'd almost be tempted to start my own. Well, I've only been here a few seasons so there's still plenty of time to look." She glanced at the ointment. Ragna was carefully using sticks to pull out the bigger leaves. Ideally it would be strained but she had nothing to strain it with so instead they waited for it to cool and the bowl would be what it would be stored in since it was big enough for Ragna's paws. She liked some of Ragna's jars but some of them were just to slight for her to use when it came to ointments.