Craft

Though Sota wasn't terribly social, not for lack of wanting but simply because he often worked best on his own, he made sure to pay close attention to what was going on around him. That included the happenings of the pack as well as who his fellow packmates were. He gave a little grin at his correct guess as he loped alongside him, listening to his instructions. He wanted to gather wood and find a way to bind them together. Now he could help with that! Perhaps they could use some kind of plant fibers, or leftover material from the castle to help tie things together? He hummed thoughtfully as he considered it. "Alright! Any size wood?" Sota would follow Dunkan's lead, setting off across the plains in search of sticks. The area was flat and barren, but a few trees cropped up here and there, and some remnants of their branches could be found scattered below. He began to pick some up, searching for the larger, sturdy looking ones that he thought might be suitable to build some sort of structure.