small border, big world

Corbie began to diagram the size that would be necessary per grown chicken, and Aryn could not keep the shock off her face. It was much larger then she expected them to need, she hoped she hadn't gotten herself in way over her head. Nodding her understanding, she moved to adjust the size of the box to something more reasonable. By the time she had finished the outline, Corbie had finished with the fence poles. She trotted up to watch the woman's technique in weaving the slender saplings through to make something more solid.

She took the side opposite of Corbie, and began to weave. With the two of them each splitting the workload they'd be able to move onto the next step much quicker. "Do you have a pack, Corbie?" She asked, breaking the silence born from her intense concentration. Aryn knew the women lived somewhere permanent-to-semi-permanent, and that there were others with her, and that she raised livestock, but where was this grouping of likeminded people? Oh no, what if it was Fireside?