thunder breaks silence

The air was strangely warm today, likely another coastal breeze bringing the warm air up from the lower altitudes. The titanic brute was wandering up from a store room near the common areas with a load of raw clay that needed to be worked and shaped. The lump of soft sediment was wrapped in an old hide, and carried with frightening ease by the corners of said hide clenched between their massive jaws. Were they fully intending to steal some of the material once it was ready to be used? Absolutely. They were getting pretty damned good at shaping bowls and cups from the clay, and firing it in the kiln was an effortless task. A lot of the stone they primarily worked was heat treated after shaping, so adding a few air-dried clay pieces into the batch was easy enough. However, as they stepped into their den the monochrome wolf noticed that Bismuth was talking to someone unfamiliar. A stranger had wandered all the way up here, and they seemed.. familiar with each other? Friendly, at least. Dropping the heavy pile near the entrance of their den, the brute lumbered down the crisscrossing trails that laced the slopes around the clan's home.

Curiosity sparkled in gunmetal grey eyes as they closed in, noting that the dark furred male talking to their friend was even larger than they were- a rarity, even around here. They caught the tail end of the other brute's request, something about metal and art? Rumbling quietly in their chest, they peered down at the pair from one of the higher trails. "Who's your friend, Bis?" they called down, a lopsided grin toying at their broad features in tandem with a gentle wagging of their tail.