small border, big world

Corbie began to lend her wisdom once more, and Aryn eagerly consumed each available morsel of information offered. "I don't mind feeding them." She admitted, feeling a blush touch upon her cheeks. It made sense that Corbie might not have time to individually feed and care for every animal she owned (which, Aryn reminded herself to ask more on her lifestyle later, perhaps while she worked) but the Valentine woman's life was rather dull, empty, and her lack of responsibilities as a slave easily allowed her to redirect her ambition into obsession where feed and care was concerned.

"Do free-range chickens get to wander anywhere, or just in a larger-penned area? Behind maybe with a fence? My pack's borders are just behind us, they're patrolled often enough but out here, I worry for predators as well. I want them to have as much freedom as I can gift to them, but security as well." Aryn knew she was risking outing herself as a novice even moreso then she had already in their last meeting, but looking like she knew what she was doing was less important when that huberis could bring harm to her chicks. Corbie gave a suggestion on a type of wall and Aryn blinked. Not only had she never 'done' that style of wall, but she had never heard of it. "This is uh, my first time really making much, so no." Aryn admitted, her blush returning. "I'm eager to learn, I've just never really had much of a teacher."