What Changes May Come

Lúta carefully tended the fire that would turn her clay containers into hardy ceramic vessels ideal for storing dried herbs. She had a few glass vessels that Raga was cleaning out. The macaque's nimble fingers were better suited to the job and while a few were cracked she planned to use those for dried teas and tisanes. The heat of the fire was lovely on the chill, autumn night. Though a little cold it was still and calm. A perfect night for a fire.

Her ears flicked up as she heard Resin's call. Lúta took a moment to speak with her companion and give the monkey a list of items to tend to while she was gone. It would likely take time for the fire to burn down to the point the pottery could be retrieved, however, she didn't want to risk an unattended fire.

Lúta grabbed her pack and wandered toward the call, a number of wolves were already gathered there. She dipped her head in respectful greeting and settled down to listen.