Anyone Got A Potter's Wheel?

Since she needed to let her bowl start drying Dagrún walked with Louis to the riverside and scooped up some clay of her own. When she brought it back over to the rock she plopped it down and then started kneading it with her paws. "Now we work out the air bubbles in it by mashing it." She paused as she saw a small stick and a few blades of grass sticking out of her clay. "Oh, you'll want to pick the non-clay stuff out of it." Using her teeth and her claws she picked out the random bits of stuff she didn't want in her clay.

"So what's your pack like? Is it nice?" She was curious what other packs were like since all she was familiar with was Fireside and by default she assumed they were all the same even though that probably wasn't true. Dag worked her clay out, kneading it and re-kneading it, slowly working it into a spherical shape.