Admitting Failure

With Meadow having given instructions, Resin padded back outside to the fire pit. The flames had died down but the coals were red. She fed a few chunks of wood to the pit to keep it hot. Using the strip of prepared leather, the dame used her claws to push two hot stones onto it. Taking the edges of the leather carefully between her teeth, she moved back inside the hut. Gently, she slid the hot stones into the water of the steam dish and stepped back as they began to bubble.

The boy was pacing and it was clear that he was agitated, but it didn't phase the old wolf one bit. He could pace all that he liked as long as he remembered his manners. This was being done out of kindness. They could just as easily be escorted back over the border to fend for themselves.

Resin seated herself to the side, giving Meadow space to work, but not willing to leave her with strangers. Not with the boy acting so unstable. As he began to hover, getting too close for Resins comfort, the scarred warrior spoke in her gravely, low tones. "Give her space to work." If he distracted Meadow from her work, seeing to his sister would take longer. It was common sense.