Getting Crafty

Somehow it was difficult to settle beside Venom and pretend everything was okay, but the more her sister spoke the less angry she felt. It wasn't her fault that she was born with the wrong name, and maybe her position as heir would teach her how much more important their Klein heritage was. It would be interesting to go into battle not only beside her, but with Venom at the lead. It seemed all the pups of the litter were growing so fast now, it was hard to keep up. Pestilence herself had just surpassed Harbringr in battle and was exceedingly proud of herself. Hopefully once she'd finished her accessory she'd be even more formidable an opponent.

The girls were speaking, and Pestilence busied herself by sorting her porcupine quills into piles by their individual lengths as she responded. "I'm making a bracer to protect my wrists." The yearling paused, and shot a small smile towards her sister before she continued. "I think quills are a good defensive asset, so I'm embedding them into the leather so anyone who tries to swipe me there will get a surprise." Though when she came up with the idea she was not thinking of Venom, a part of her wondered if her sister unconsciously influenced her decision in some way. She continued sorting the quills, ensuring she had enough long ones to overlap the short ones properly so that the mouth or pawful of quills would incapacitate her attacker the most. At the same time she had to ensure she didn't use too many on one bracer and leave the other bracer short any.

Once her sorting was done, Pestilence looked towards Recluse. "How are the new pups doing?" She asked. "I haven't been around the den much." Pestilence wanted to elaborate, to explain that she was too busy training or something else... but the truth was that she was avoiding her family so she wouldn't need to admit her desire to leave. If she got too attached to her new little siblings, it would make it that much harder.

The monkey unrolled a small piece of leather and measured it against her wrist, Pesto held her limb still while he threaded a firm stick through it temporarily to keep the size while they added the quills. Later on they'd add buckles or rope or something to secure it, though Pestilence was still unsure what method would work best. "Do either of you have an idea on how to make a sort of latch?" Pestilence asked suddenly, eyeing the leather. "I should have asked to get a look at someone's bracer before I started this. It's gotta come on and off, I guess." The girl sighed, but continued on regardless.

Pasketti held the leather steady for her while she began to poke quills in through the back. They were easy enough to thread into the leather, but she wondered whether or not they'd come out the other end just as easily. "Pasketti can you please go find me some sap?" She asked the monkey, staring down at her work in progress. He didn't take long to return from the nearby trees, and Pestilence got to work smearing the sap over the back of the quills on the inside of the bracer.

It then occurred to her that this method would make her wrists all sticky, and the girl groaned in frustration. She reached for another piece of leather they had spare, and held it against the inside of the bracer. If she did it right, she could double layer it so the bracer was thicker but also so the inner layer of leather would both hold the ends of the quills and keep the sap from smearing her wrists. She unhooked the stick that was keeping the leather looped and carefully lay the leather down so Pasketti could get to work sewing the pieces together.

WC: 652
Total Word Count 2531 / 3500