Dirt in the wrong hands

Raijin listened to his partner and mother of his children explain to their brood what they were going to be doing, his golden gaze flicking over to watch the pups’ reactions. He loved the way their eyes seemed to light up at the prospect of crafting something. They truly were their children. Their little paws went to work and he watched, trying to glean inspiration for his own project from what they were doing. Beru was rolling clay into…something, whispering likely something chaotic to Wari and Fuji, Wari seemed to be taking inspiration from her mother’s suggestion and was rolling little beads perhaps for a bracelet, and Tachi was making…a worm? Well, whatever it was he’d tell him he loved it all the same.

Then, the idea came to him. He grinned a bit wider, taking his bit of clay and beginning to roll it into an oval for what he had in mind.

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