spin me right round

It was a hop, skip, and a jump over the rapids to begin the short excursion north. Winter was still gentle, hadn't dug its heels in quite yet, so the water still moved along at a clip in the river bed. Fable shook off the worry that hounded her as she left the sounds of rushing water behind. Theory had been grumbling about a threat brewing in the north, but it had never quite materialized. Begrudgingly, the alpha had given her permission to venture further north - but only just so. Not too far. Not until the "threat" had subsided. Young and confident, Fable had ventured out without much of a second thought. Abaven was an easy-going pack and Theory was a kindhearted leader. Tragedy had not touched her yet in her lifetime.

The Stone Steppes crept into view. She'd heard it was a good place to scavenge for raw materials from other pack members. Fable ate up their advice, ravenous for knowledge. As she closed in on the rocks, she had the strangest thought that the huge fallen stones looked like slumbering beasts. Ignoring the oddness of it that sent goosebumps racing up her legs and her hackles rising, Fable trudged along. Bits an bobs glimmered amidst the snow but nothing quite like she was looking for. The young chef was hoping to find pieces of a vessel to rejoin as one, or if she had great luck, to find an intact bowl to take him. There were several meats she'd discovered that gained new flavors and textures if she could roast them for long periods, especially submerged in liquids... but it was difficult to complete the arduous task of trial and error when most of what she used was borrowed. Her thoughts were meandering back towards home with the stewed pheasant she'd made a few days ago, so she was dreaming of tender bird meat by the time she nearly stepped on top of Gilgamesh. "Oh!" She murmured, ducking backwards. They stood poised beside the mass of the stone as the sun began to set, dragging long shadows across them. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there - I was thinking about soup," Fable added cheekily. She noticed the pieces of pottery he had laid before him, as if to inspect. "Are you looking for those sorts of things as well?"