Craft

Pushing outside his comfort zone and getting to know more wolves within The Hallows was something Sota knew he needed to do, and sooner rather than later. He let out a soft sigh as he moved across the plains, fighting a shiver that threatened to wrack his body. This season was a cold one, colder than he was used to in Auster, and though some days felt more pleasant than others it still felt remarkably like winter to him. He longed terribly for the warmer seasons to arrive, but he wasn't really the type to complain or dwell on how things could be. Catching sight of someone up ahead, little Sota picked up his pace, flashing a polite smile toward Dunkan - a wolf he knew of but hadn't spoken to directly yet. "Good afternoon!" He called out politely, giving a little dip of his head. He hoped he wasn't interrupting anything but trusted Dunkan would make him aware, if he was. "Need any help with anything?" He could tell he was collecting sticks for something, but he wasn't sure what.