Fat with a PH

He let the normality of the banter sooth over him as he finished feeding the fire and settled down close enough to see what both Halo and Hazel were doing. When Halo brought the conversation around to his joint, he grunted softly. Not one to talk easily about the effects of old age. His eyes glanced over Hazel, and back to Halo . “They’ll manage” he said simply enough. The heated baths they had found in one section of dens would be useful for him, as well as his wolves.

He was quiet when Halo lectured the girl, occasionally feeding the fire and taking up a large tooth from a small crafting pile near the Obelisk. He set to sharpening it as the girls worked on their tallow. “I’m glad you're setting them to work, Halo.” he said, voice lifting in approval.

Hazel made no comment on the cold, and he eyed her critically. Perhaps he could come up with a piece of battle armour with warm lining… “I used my claws as a knife constantly. They are invaluable for crafting.”

“Fish soap. Do I want to ask?” his voice was amused, and he shook his head. Wondering who was making fish soap, and if it was a practical joke on another wolf. As Hazel asked about left overs for the market, he glanced over at Halo. Clearly interested in the answer as well.


"Speech"