A Tisket, A Tasket, I'm Making A Fishing Basket

Vanille listened intently as Birna explained she was more comfortable in the colder temperatures of the north. Vanille could see it, given the kind of mammal she was. But Vanille was not the same. Accustomed to the north that was, otherwise she was used to where she had grown up probably just the same as Birna. "I've lived in central Boreas my whole life. Can't imagine the northern climates." She spoke with a smile, maybe even a bit of a hidden compliment in there. There was nothing wrong with what Birna liked.

As Birna suggested the plan, Vanille picked up her finished basket and brought it over to the cat woman and her bird. Holding her paw on it to keep it in place, she followed task as Birna started tying the pieces together. Soon they would have the bait inside and their trap would be ready to set out.

"Vanille"
Base By WatermelonCreature