Weight on my chest

He rolled a piece over to her, and she accepted it with an appreciative nod. Caelia had no idea what she'd make but she tried to think of something practical. Maybe something she could attach to her bracers? She envisioned a hook of sorts, maybe for carrying something... not that she was much of a collector, but maybe it could come in handy in the future. She marveled slightly at the fact that Askell knew more than she did about crafting things - at least these sorts of things - but she figured some wolves simply had different interests than others. "How do you cure it?" She asked after a moment as she began working the clay beneath her paws. She'd cured leather before but she didn't know if the same principle applied with clay or not.

He explained her was from a pack called Habari. She didn't think she learn about a neighboring pack from a kid, but it didn't hurt to get information where she could. Better than none at all. "I'm part of Valhalla, not far from here. I'm a warrior, yes." Caelia had different interests but fighting was among them. Defending her family and her pack was a cause she could get behind - not to mention protecting herself when she took trips like this on her own, just in case. "It's a good path to follow. Honorable," she mused softly as she worked the clay, trying to get a bend in it that could hook over the top of one side of her bracers once it was finished.