honey bear

The woman gave her name, explaining that he'd come at a poor time and that she could use a little bit of help. Artisan as not the type to turn away a wolf in need, and while he wasn't really familiar with the process of bottling mead, he definitely saw the importance of figuring it out. "Artisan Aracari, at your service." He introduced himself in turn, shuffling up to her side to observe her fire. Carefully he unhooked the beaded bracelets upon his forelimbs (not willing to risk the steam of boiling water from ruining them somehow) and moved to grab another of her bottles.

"Do you live nearby? So far I'm not that impressed with the territory, could use a few trees." The pirate gave a soft chuckle, pulling his gaze off of the bottles while he worked to squint out further across the dancefloor. Nope. Still boring. A lazy river ran through the center of the territory, but it was probably the most unique thing it could boast about. At the very least, Artisan assumed there was prey galore here. A wide, expansive open land full of grasses and fresh water, it must have brought in all the does.