for greener pastures

A voice caught her attention and she looked up to see a large wolf. He offered to assist her with what she was doing. Slapping more muck on the spaces between the logs, she considered his offer before replying. While she didn't need the help, she could also not lug everything around by herself. A conundrum. "Sure, you can pick up one side while I do the other." She nodded to the end of one log that wasn't stacked.

Wren approached the other side, wiping mud off her paws in the snow as she went. "I'm trying to build a pen to keep prey animals" she added to his question "something small or something medium... I thought sheep would be useful for their wool. I'd have to trap one though." She frowned, but had a feeling where they were living in the north. If anything, she could trap rabbits and move them to this pen.

"Oh, I'm Wren... by the way" she glanced his way before dropping her eyes to the log "we just have to put this log on the other two already stacked."

"Speech"
2/3 - build pens for livestock