Food for Fire

Taking up the various pieces of wood that the pair had compiled, Resin began stacking then in the wagon. Ears perked as Natha spoke of the big firepit in the main area of the territory. The scarred woman gave a rumble of agreement. "My daughter built that. Very smart, Iolaire." She had built the foundation with her teachings, but her daughter had surpassed everything that she would have hoped for her.

Putting the last bit of wood up into the wagon, Resin went back to the area where Natha had thrown branches to the ground and began collecting them as well. She put them into the cart and then decided to just pull the whole cart to the tree. Sliding her head through the harness loop, she put her weight into it and soon had the wheels rolling. She stopped beside the tree that Natha was now working in and added the wood there to the cart as well.