Riv Mig Sund

The nebula-clad wolf easily takes a seat next to large shadow, a feeling of comfort and safety wrapping around her shoulders. Duel-toned eyes turn up to his face and Tove offers him a smile. She picks up a flat rock, offering to help and Viðarr carefully climbs to his paws. Head tilts as she watches as he rummages through some crafting supplies, giving a small wince when the shadow makes a face. He withdraws a flint knife, a small line of blood welling on his foreleg and Tove has to suppress the giggle that threatens to escape.

Viðarr can be a man of few words but the nebula-cloaked woman knows that actions speak louder then words. Tove watches as he grabs a small rabbit pelt and brings the items back to here they are sitting. The shadow offers her the flint knife, hilt first, and she carefully puts the large, flat rock down so can take hold of the beautifully crafted knife. Tove holds the knife, watching as Viðarr spreads the hare’s pelt out before her. He explains about the knife and she can only nod in understanding.

Duel-toned eyes flick down to blade as he explains it is Sanngriðr's knife before flicking back up to his face as he offers to have his sister make her one of her own. A smile tugs her lips up and she nods emphatically in agreement. Then, the lesson begins and Tove carefully lays the flint knife to the side and uses her paws to spread out the hide. Something heavy for each corner… lucky the rabbit pelt isn’t as big as the bear one and the nebula wolf able to quickly find four good-sized rocks. One by one, Tove brings the rocks over, pinning down corners and smoothing the hide out as she goes.

Finally, the hide is ready. Reclaiming her seat next to Viðarr, Tove gently picks up the flint knife and says, “Okay, the hide it pinned. Now what?” Duel-toned eyes look to the shadow for further instructions.


"Tove Baade"