Tools of the trades

Slowly it seemed like winter was loosening its hold on their northeastern island as the cold became more mild and the snow began melting in the places where the sun shone on it more throughout the day. She was beginning some preparations on the garden that had mostly gone untouched throughout the winter and her work caused her to make trips back and forth between the stretch of flat land where the gardens were situated and the dens they kept among the mountain range. On one of those trips she spotted a thin trail of smoke from a camp fire near by. It wasn't like a campfire was necessarily unusual, especially in the colder months, but she was still slightly curious. She was still getting to know everyone in the pack and she was eager to be able to tell Merrick that she had successfully done that.

Leaving her work in the garden for a bit, she walked toward the trail of smoke curiously until she found the purple-hued, galactic woman that she had caught glimpses of here and there that she thought was related to Manea in some way. A large majority of the wolves here were related to her anyway so that wasn't a stretch of a guess. She spotted the materials laid out in front of Desponia and her curiosity grew, now more interested in what she was working on rather than the woman herself. "Hello," she greeted simply as she approached, giving a small dip of her head. "Would you like another set of paws to help? It looks like you have quite the project ahead of you."

"Keelin"