What am I even doing?

Toxicity had no desire to be around her pack or family at the moment, but she had work to do so she took that work outside of the pack. The two curled, nearly spiral horns had been harvested by Obi. She wasn't sure where he had found them, but she was thankful anyway. She had this idea for a while now of a helm, or more of a crown that contained thorns and horns over her mother's flowery, dainty crown. She had seen the many adornments her pack members wore for battle and decided a headpiece with similar function would be good. She needed to look more imposing. Her scar sleeve had healed nicely and looked good, but she needed more. She needed to look godly. To do that, she needed to craft the objects and patterns that came to her mind.

Without hands, though, it had been a hard task to even get started. Luckily Obi had been more than willing to help her vision come to life. He took the time to carve out some notches and to make sure they would wrap on the sides of her head well enough to stay steady while she fought. They were, however, still missing the straps and the actual fastening. Obi had some other work to attend to, so Toxicity headed out from the pack, away from family and any who may deter her in her pursuits. She tended to work a lot better on her own and many of her revelations came with the absence of others. She hoped this level of crafting could also be done alone. Obi could finish it in like an hour, so how hard could it really be? Not that Obi wasn't skilled- he was- it was just that Toxicity didn't like to feel worthless in terms of crafting. She apparently wasn't all that good at keeping her family's spirituality anyway so she might as well try mortal crafts for a while.

The two horns were tied with several strands of braided horse tail hair and slung around Tox's shoulders, clinking every now and then as she walked. Coils of still-lively thorn vines swung loosely from her neck to keep them out of the way. The long thorns brushed at the skin under her fur, threatening to stab her if she were to fall. She knew she must had looked odd with her vines and horns draped over her form. She didn't particularly care about seeing any other wolves and had honestly not really considered it a possibility until she found herself walking towards the distant form of another. The sun glimmered off of her ivory coat. At first, Toxicity thought she may have been eating, but as she came closer, she saw the woman was pulling a piece of dried hide. Toxicity stopped to observe for a moment. Was she trying to craft? If she was a crafter, then she could possibly help with the horns and maybe Toxicity wouldn't come back looking like an incompetent pup when she returned to Obi.

She allowed herself to pad a little closer, the soft clinking of the horns easily giving her away, as she was not trying to be sneaky in any form. She was wary of this lone wolf, but she was ready in case she needed to engage. She wasn't totally used to talking to outsiders, but she gave it her best shot, "Are... you crafting, miss?" Toxicity had oh-so-graciously decided not to call her Miss Mortal. In the past, it wasn't really a good thing to be called a mortal and many may take offence to it. She didn't want to blow her chances of help. This crafting was, after all, a mortal task and so the best ones to consult about it would be mortals.

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Fall, Year 14 Bonus prompt (Intellect/Fighting)