for greener pastures

Sometimes, doing nothing was everything. This wasn't one of those times. Wren had already initiated a hunt during her time in Armada, and with little else to do but train and craft, she was going to craft. She didn't know if the pack had any prey that needed enclosures, but she could track and trap a few sheep later. Their wool would be useful for other things.

Like lining dens in the cold north.

Wren dragged a few logs by herself. She gripped them in her teeth and began to roll and push them on top of some other equally long logs. Stones and wood had already been gathered by the young woman previously. Now all she had to do was keep going and make a medium-sized pen. It could house one sheep by itself comfortably.

Or so that was the plan. Not looking up, she huffed and puffed as she began to use mud to secure the logs.

"Speech"
1/3 - build pens for livestock