Maker's Space

"Ok, here let me get you some clay to!" He grabbed a chunk of unused clay and scooted it toward the woman, Callixta, so that she could make something things with.

Áskell worked on shaping the bowl, using his paws to round out the top of the bowl. He was getting better with practice. However, he realized he probably needed to flatten the bottom of his future bowls as the one he was currently working on wobbled a bit. Still, it would be good enough for now.

"My dad found it! There's a bunch of clay on the river bank just east of here."

Áskell turned his attention to the little chunks of clay. He started using his paws to carefully roll the bits of clay into sphere-like shapes. Once that was done then his magpie took a thin fish bone and started poking holes in each bead so they could be threaded onto sinew.

"Are you from a pack?"