Lazybones

*Wyndelin* · 09-26-2020, 10:24 AM

Wyndelin had just finished gathering what he needed and was scraping the last of it into a bowl when a voice caught his attention. He looked up as a yearling female asked more or less what he was doing. He set the stick down across the bowl. "A meditation? No, I'm just gathering some sap for pine pitch." He scooted the bowl onto a piece of hide. He wasn't really quite sure what to say so he folded up the four corners of the hide so he could carry the bowl and trotted back over to his fire where he set the hide and bowl down. Taking an antler her scooted the bowl onto it and then deposited the bowl onto the hot coals of the fire.

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