Have You Seen My Brain?

Dagrún wandered toward the Orchard with a scrap of hide in her mouth that carried a lump of clay. Sperla had been scouting about and found a good source of clay at a stream that ran through the Orchard. She planned to make a pot out of her current lump of clay and then make some more clay at the stream. The Orchard was one of her favorite places to explore. It made her feel so grown up to be wandering outside pack territory but it was close enough to Fireside's border she didn't feel like she'd get in trouble.

She was following along the stream when she noticed smoke rising from nearby. Curious she sneaked forward to see an older boy doing something with a bowl. Her ears flicked forward and she popped out of the bushes, setting her clay bundle down. "Hey! Can I join you, what are you doing?" She didn't really wait for an answer. He was near her pack after all. She set her bundle down on a nearby rock and rolled out the clay, patting it so that it wouldn't roll off. She then wandered over to the stream to start gathering clay.