Suppers On

As they arrived Killian allowed his vibrant gaze feast upon the woman's home. He was immediately impressed by the work and thought that obviously went into such a den. His home was nothing but an old Fox hole that he dug out to fit his rather large form. Killian managed to fill it with emergency supplies, furs, and a few keep sakes. All in all his little home paled in comparison. But that did not bother him much for he had never been one for refurbishing.

Odette instructed him as to where the hen house was and Killian offered a light nod in her direction. The Warrior padded towards the fenced in area and plopped the runaway chick back into it's rightful home. He wrinkled his nose slightly as Dash seemed to be rather defeated, "No more shenanigans." With a small snort the Wolf sauntered back towards the woman who called to him. Killian raised a brow as her scanned over the fire pit and thought over her question. "I' have never had cooked meat before." Killian took a seat near the fire pit as she sought out the components for dinner. "Dash is safe and sound in the hen house. Did you need any help with further securing the fencing? I am not too good with intricacies but I can do some heavy lifting if you ever need it."