What am I even doing?

Caelia was acutely focused on what she was doing. Idly she stretched a foreleg out in front of her, examining it and trying to figure out how much smaller she'd have to tear the cured hide to fit comfortably. If she tore it too small, she'd have to find another section and hope she still had enough to piece together two bracers still. She had more than enough scraps to work with for pieces she'd use to fasten it. Her surroundings were quiet enough to lend to good concentration - though this land was relatively desolate, Redwater Rocks never seemed totally silent. She supposed it was something about how vast parts of the canyon were, but sound seemed to travel for pretty far distances, including that of the wind. That was why she hardly heard another wolf's approach.

Gingerly holding down a piece of the leather with a paw, she used her teeth to worth an incision into the edge, carefully pulling back to tear a long strip away from it. There, that looked like a much better size for what she needed. But something drew her attention, as Toxicity drew closer, and she slowly twisted around to see who the wolf approaching was. She was young, not quite a pup so young that she shouldn't be wandering away from home, but young enough. Caelia offered her a faint, barely noticeable smile, examining what she had brought with her... there were horns and vines that she wasn't quite sure what she was doing with. Not that it was her business anyway.

Her question caught her off-guard, though it really shouldn't have; it was obvious that she was working at something. "I am," she admitted, with more certainty than she really felt. Hopefully it didn't look like she had no idea what she was doing. It felt like it was working well enough so far, at least... "I was trying to, uh, make some bracers out of this leather." Did it matter if a stranger knew she was crafting armor? Not really, she supposed. Their first raid was just for practice anyway, so giving anything away didn't seem to matter, not that she'd ever even come across the stranger again. "I'm Caelia Adravendi, by the way." It was rare that Caelia really encountered wolves outside of Valhalla, save for the few fights she'd engaged in lightly for practice, but she wanted to be polite nonetheless.

WC: 403
Total: 1,665