Fall upon our stones

Gossamer wrestled with Kylfa while Ásta worked on a small fire outside the den. It wasn't for any crafting necessarily, just for a bit of added warm in the cold spring weather as well to practice. Ásta was working on a den design to allow a fire to be built inside but the smoke to escape. The one issue was the weather.

Gossamer pinned Kylfa and let out a whoop of victory just as her father's howl cut through the plains. Her ears perked up. Oh, this sounded interesting! She bounded toward the source of the call. She was going to be a yearling in a month or two, surely Sirius would allow her to participate.