My Alias Is My Own Name

Poem didn’t often make her way out of Abaven these days, when she’d been out searching for Motif she was sure that she never wanted to leave her homeland again, especially now that they had only just been able to return. The sun was shining bright today though and the young Destruction wanted to stretch her paws, heading for the lake where Sparhawk had promised to her she hadn’t expected to see the land bridge. Poem’s pretty pale toes carried her across easily, not missing the scent of a stranger gone through. Though the island was close Poem had never been here before. Immediately she started searching the forest edge for clay.

Poem was no delicate lady, and her massive frame loped easily as she searched for fresh water that would be draining into the ocean. One of the best places to find clay deposits was creeks. Unless she wanted to do a lot more digging. Venom lucked out, she rounded a small hill on the beach and was welcomed to the sight of a creek running through the sand. Poem approached and found clay under the roots of a massive tree on the edge of the forest. With a bit of effort eventually she managed to get enough for a nice piece or two. One for her and one for Rhythm.

Of course she had to test it now and swiftly made a comfortable place under the foliage of the forest.