Meals on Wheels

Roan continued on with his task with care, his hint of perfectionism showing through as he tried to make sure every spike was the same length and the spikes were perfectly rounded at the bark. He only half paid attention to Sirius as he worked on his or Resin as she moved to the pit. Likely Roan would be sittingg there longer than Sirius, but with time he gathered up his spikes and carefully descended into the pit that was so carefully thought up, dug, and about to be used to perfection if he had anything to say about it.

He started to follow Resin’s pattern, his strong form easily driving the stakes into the hard ground, though he felt jarred more than once as he worked as far from the stair as he could get. Though he was breathless from working hard he felt like they were accomplishing a lot, and they would easily provide for the pack for the season to come and then some.