Pheasant Soup

Gossamer was proud of everything she'd learned and she was eager to see Valor give it a try. How cool was it that she was teaching an adult something? She watched intently as Valor practiced, giggling a bit a first as he fumbled with it but when he finally made sparks she let out a cheer. She could remember the thrill when she first made sparks on her own and then when she started her first fire. There was nothing like it.

Gossamer thought for a moment on his question. "Uhhh… medium? There's scraps of metal all over the place but it takes some time to find ones that aren't sharp and hurt your mouth." She glanced over at her companions who had finished with the pheasant. Kylfa had likely already disposed of the bones and remnants of the carcass so as not to attract other predators into the pack lands. She yawned.

"Well, I better get going. It was nice to meet you!"

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