Red and Silver Lining

Mæva couldn't argue with that logic. Fire would be a particularly useful thing to make. She didn't know how but back with the band she had a friend that could. Hopefully he'd tag along after her soon. Mæva settled down, resting her belly on the sand as she leaned in closer to get a look at what the man was doing. He handed a sapling to her and she eagerly took it, carefully setting it down between her paws.

"What's a spear? What do you do with it?" He mentioned removing the bark and she nodded. Her curiosity was piqued. Turning her head she reached down and started scrapping the bark off with her fangs, spitting any bits that got stuck in her mouth to the side. She then noticed the man was using his claws and she quickly shifted tactics. She started working her claws down the sapling. "I'm Mæva, but you can call me Mae." Her name was pronounced like maveric with an uh at the end but it could sometimes be a bit difficult for others to get their mouth around. "What about you, what's your name?"