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Rhythm was going about her business, collecting what clay she could at the day went on. Finally Feather whistled softly to announce the presence of another wolf. The old woman looked up curiously, eyes unseeing but silver marked ears perked in the stranger’s direction. The woman spoke up, seeking Rhythm’s attention politely. She seemed to have been searching for the same thing that the old woman was working on. Though the ancient Destruction wasn’t about to deny this woman a stake on her claim.

A grin found its way to the old woman’s features, ”No, of course not.” Rhythm assured her softly as she moved off just a bit. ”This is one of my favorite places to harvest.” Here and the hot springs. Though the actually veins were smaller than she would have liked there was still plenty and then some for what she needed.

Though she’d made room for the other woman Rhythm continued to gather up the slightly damp not quite mud not quite rock substance. She didn’t have the ability to carry much back with her, but a little at a time was all she needed. ”Are you a potter?” She added while making her little pile.