Have You Seen My Brain?

"I'm Dagrún and I live in Fireside, is right over there." She pointed toward her pack not only to inform the other pup but also to warn him that if he got mean she could scream and have the whole pack tear him to bits. "What about you?" She was curious if there was another pack nearby.

Dag rolled her lump of river clay over and onto a scrap of hide which she picked up and carried over to the rock she was working on. She dumped it out and started adding some dust to it to help remove some of the moisture. She worked to evenly knead the dust throughout the clay then she set it aside to dry a little bit more.

With her paws still covered in gunk she started kneading the finished piece of clay before starting to work it into a bowl.