Anyone Got A Potter's Wheel?

Dagrún scampered after Úlfr. He was one of the only other pups in fireside even though he was almost a yearling now. She'd sweet-talked him into going exploring with her outside Fireside's territory. The older boy had mentioned there was a really big river just south of fireside where there was a lot of nice clay for making things. Dag was excited. She already knew she wanted to make a bowl like she'd seen the healer's use. She didn't have an interest in healing but she still liked to make things and surely there was something she could put in her bowl. Maybe if she found any cool rocks she could put them in the bowl.

They'd wandered along the river for awhile before finding a place to rest. Úlfr had fallen immediately into a deep sleep but she didn't want to nap. Instead she wandered along the riverside looking for some clay she could play with. She could make a bowl and… and… there had to be other things you could make out of clay. Beads maybe? Maybe she could make a neat necklace and make her sisters jealous.