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"Not a problem at all. I'm glad I was able to get away again so I could see how you guys were faring." She was happy enough for Aryn's help to slip out of the encumbering harness, letting the travois set down carefully to not jostle its load. She watched in amusement as Aryn hurried over to mother-hen over a bunch of chicks, and chuckled. "It is addicting," she agreed, wandering over to investigate the materials now that she was freed. "If you're able to watch over them, letting them free range during the day is ideal, and then just lock them up at night to protect them. Otherwise you'll have to feed them instead of letting them feed themselves." She sat back and tapped a paw to her muzzle thoughtfully. "You'll want it to be pretty sturdy all the way out here by yourself. If it was in a pack surrounded by wolves it would be safe enough for a less permanent structure, but you're going to want something predators can't break open before you can wake up to stop them." She looked though what Aryn had available, and an idea came to her. "Have you ever done wattle and daub walls?