Anyone Got A Potter's Wheel?

Louis would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued by what the other pup was doing. While the boy wasn’t a crafter, the way the stranger worked with the clay ignited that naive curiosity that all pups seemed to carry. But still, protocol came first. This first encounter with a stranger from another pack after all, it was his duty to leave a good impression. “I’m Lurch Louis Klein of the Klein line, son of the Daimyo Hela.” He said with careful pronunciation and proud posture. He’d practiced this introduction many a time.

With introductions out of the way, he made his way across the stream toward her, not aggressively but not without wary pride. He didn’t expect a fight, but he’d gladly defend his and Ashen’s honour. “What are you doing?” He inquired once on the other side of the river, plopping himself down a little ways from the Finnvi to observe the craft.