there's something about weeknights in the suburbs

Satisfied she'd gotten loose all she could from the dish, Halo set it with the others to dry in the sun. Sure, there was still some staining, but that was unavoidable when working with strong colors. The water from the vessel had run clear, and that was good enough for her. The pale girl wasn't quite sure how she felt about the background noise that came from the crunching of bones, but it seemed that Birna knew what she was doing. It was fascinating, really, just how skilled she was as she processed the hide.

"It is, yes. I'm from the Armada. You might be able to smell Ashen too, it's right next to us." Halo explained, her words soft as she continued with her chore. These were a bit easier, a few saucers and plates that hadn't been sitting for quite so long, and hadn't been as dirty to start with. Vessels for dry mixtures too, things that probably didn't need to be washed but... well, Halo could never be too careful, right? She was a worrier at heart.

"Have you been here for long?" Halo realized that it was likely a silly question. If Birna didn't know about the packs and their scents, and how to tell them apart, it was likely she'd only just arrived. She feels maybe a bit silly as she continues on washing her dishes and setting them in the pile by her side. Had she put her paw in her mouth? Maybe. Conversation is hard sometimes, but Halo was doing her best.

"Halo"