Pro Butterfly Hunter?

*Skælingr* · 10-09-2020, 01:11 PM

Skælingr dug about the hide stretched across his travois and pulled out a chunk of flint which he set on the fire ring. He then grabbed a piece of steel. Setting one paw on the flint to hold it steady with his weight he took the steel in his teeth and twisted his head sharply so that the steel struck against the flint. He did this several times, pausing to adjust the steel in his teeth until at last the kindling caught a spark and slowly grew into a small flame which quickly spread to the rest of the fire.

He settled down, basking in the warmth before shaking his head. "No, I usually travel with my wife but she wanted a girls day so I'm here waiting on a… an acquaintance of mine. An acquaintance who is quite late." He sighed. He really wouldn't consider Wyndelin a friend per se. They were both intellectual wolves who enjoyed making things but the smaller, weaker man had some tendencies that Skælingr personally didn't care for. He was too… soft, delicate.

"Speech"

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