A Girl's Gotta Accessorize

One delightful perk to getting to work for a mistress who was also the alpha of an entire pack was the leniency it granted her to be able to do as she pleased with her free time. With her previous owners, Irilyth had been expected to be at their side constantly, waiting on them hand and foot for any desire they had. Manea was far more lax, giving her the freedom to do her work as a healer with virtually no restrictions or supervision. It was intriguing and liberating—but it had posed her with a curious new problem. With more time to work, Irilyth found she was running out of her supplies faster than ever, and that meant going out herb gathering or scouring for more supplies. However, the small pouch she'd pilfered could only hold a small amount in it, really meant more for carrying a few vials of medicine or poison. A new bag was definitely in order.

Sitting alone in her room/workshop, Irilyth had gathered all the requisite materials together to fashion the satchel for herself. Some freshly tanned leather from a hunt, a bone needle, and some thread she'd scavenged. She had the materials arranged out on her workbench, gazing at them with focused eyes while she tried to see the blueprint in her mind. If she plotted it out carefully first, she should only need one solid attempt at crafting it to get it right. If not... well, she knew what she'd be working on for the next few hours or so.

"Irilyth"