Anyone Got A Potter's Wheel?

Dagrún first started with the bowl, breaking off a piece of clay that she started rolling into a ball with her paws. This was both to work out some potential air bubbles but also if she rolled it into a ball first it would be easier to form into a bowl, in her opinion anyway. Once the clay was rolled into a ball she pushed her paw, with claws sheathed, into the middle to bet the basic shape of a bowl. She then started pushing her paw outward to widen it.

Dagrún moved to the other piece of clay. She started tearing off little chunks and rolling them into beads. They weren't very even but that didn't bother her at all. She was working happily along until a voice called out. Her head jerked up and she eyed a dark pelted boy who was standing on he other side of the river. She puffed up proudly and called out. "I am Dagrún Finnvi! Who are you?" Was there another pack just across the river?