All Washed Up

The Warlord gave a grunt of acknowledgement to that. “Do what you need to to prep him for transport then” he said, flicking one last glance at the shipwreck survivor, and taking off at a trott. He gave a soft howl as he moved, ordering Bast to set up a den closest to the pack's firepit. It had been lit for some time, and would have staved off any chill in the dens entrance. It would do for his place of recovery for now.

The Warlord headed towards the barracks, and going inside grabbed out one of his projects - what would eventually become the door of a den. The door, built for a Dire wolf to pass, would easily fit the entire body of the smaller wolf. He punched a hole at the top with a claw and tied a rope in a knot. He could drag the plank of wood this way.

Returning with it in tow, he placed it beside Gimli. “Bast is preparing a den near the firepit, it’ll be the warmest there.”


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