Have You Seen My Brain?

Áskell froze and frizzed up at first when he saw the pup come bounding out of he bushes but when he realized she was only a season old and didn't have an adult with her he calmed down. He carefully set his bowl of pitch down on the hot coals of the fire which was dying down enough to be usable. "Sure, my name is Áskell. Do you live around here?" He could explain what he was doing but it would be a lot so he summarized. "Oh, I'm just making some stuff." He picked up a stick and used it to scoop ash from the fire into the bowl of pitch and carefully stirred it.

He then moved back over to his clay pots. Picking them up with the scrap of hide he moved them closer to he fire and rotated them. He would continue to keep an eye on the pots, trying to make sure they heated slowly and evenly before he put them right on the fire in order to prevent cracking.