Scholars Circle [Festival Crafting for Intellectuals]

Skælingr found a nice spot away from the hustle and bustle of the crowds, next to the river that glistened and sang as it danced through the grasslands. He settled down to do some crafting and recharge while his wife tended to their stalls. He padded along the river bank til he found a good place to gather clay. Walking in just a bit he used his paws to start gathering the clay into a ball, or at last some form that would make it easier to transport as his mouth was full.

Skælingr was working part of a coyote shoulder bone in his jaws. Chewing on it thoughtfully as he worked with the clay. He hoped to make the bone into a pendant but right now there was a lot that needed to be chewed off until he had a rough shape to focus on more closely. He didn't want to say he had an oral fixation or anything but he did enjoy chewing on bones while going about his day. He gave a glance to another man he saw chewing on a stump not far from him. Nice to see he wasn't the only one that needed a breather. He'd have said hello but… mouth full.