Tanked

The piece they were shoving on finally toppled, almost taking Corbie with it before she caught her balance. It wouldn't have been a far tumble, but it wouldn't have been very much fun to land on top of that metal object that was for sure. Catching her breath she went to the hatch that had opened in the hulk that Ignias had already dropped into. He called out to her while she was inspecting it so we carefully dropped down to join him. A quick glance around revealed a surprising stash of items, like the long dead creatures who made these had simply stuffed it full of items to keep them out of the elements while they went off elsewhere, but they had never returned for them. As Ignis rooted around she stood still, only her eyes sweeping the contents, until they lit on something that looked like a thick silvery rope wrapped in a bundle. Whatever odd human mechanism it attached to presumably wound and unwound I, but had long since lost whatever mechanical ability to do so. Now it was just a long, long length of cable. Another spool, this of a metallic rope with spikes on it, was buried under rotting fabric on the other side of her. Between the two, she thought she could reasonably build a new sheep enclosure that could safely hold them in, and keep predators out. Her finds picked out she let herself look around just for enjoyment. There was so much stuff! And almost none of it could be replicated by wolves. "This is amazing," she breathed in awe.