My Alias Is My Own Name

Poem made herself comfortable and only just began to make a crude shape with her paws. The fresh clay was difficult to work with, but it felt good under her paws. If she could work out a bit of the water it would be even better. As that thought crossed her mind another wolf.. No she didn’t look or smell like any wolf Poem had ever seen, approached. The young woman lifted her eyes and tilted her head curiously as she was greeted. ”Hello!” Her voice was cheery and welcoming and she grinned. ”Hmm, I suppose you could say that, funny as it sounds!” She’d have to use that line on some of the pups. ”It’s a little different than soil though. This is clay, and if you treat it right you can make it like stone.”

Her example wasn’t great, still mostly a lump as she worked it. A wet lump. ”Once I get more of the moisture out of this I can kind of show you what i mean.” She held up the more processed ball that she was molding in her paws. It was far from perfectly round, and couldn’t be mistaken for smooth, but it was certainly a shape and not loose soil.