I Don't Need A Chamber Pot

Armando listened intently as he worked. He'd been making rope for so long that by now he could do it without any active thought directed towards the activity.  It was slow work best measured in inches rather than minutes lest the time sink be disheartening. But it kept his paws busy and was the sort of thing he needed once in awhile, especially when focusing the mental aspect of his attention on something or someone else. Like now. He'd have felt silly just sitting there watching Skaelingr work and, if the wolf was anything like him, he probably would have found the hyper focused attention a tad uncomfortable.

Ah, so the wolf had a sense of humor. Armando chortled and said, "So I've heard. It's interesting; the unexpected paths we take. If you had asked me as a cub where I thought I'd be at this time in my life - what I'd have done to get here - never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined this." He motioned around them. The significance of the gesture would likely be lost on Skaelingr as he knew nothing of Armando's species. So few aspired to venture beyond the bamboo forests. Even fewer would have ridden a moose into battle or conned wolves out of resources.