Clay Pots

Ulmaria was playing tag with her fishing cat companion. They bounded along the edge of the river until she heard her uncle call. Hmm, what did he want? She hoped it was for a healing or fighting lesson and not something boring like chores or cleaning up a mess she'd made. She turned around and started heading back to the camp site, noting the smoke rising into the still air. That was a good sign it was for a healing lesson but when she arrived it wasn't to the site of plants but strange balls of what looked like some sort of mud. Her tail started wagging. Oh goody, were they going to get dirty today?