Pot Making!

They continued mostly quietly as they molded their pots which was pretty typical for Cerberus so he didn't mind. He only glanced at his sister as she was struggling to get her pot walls even and after a couple times of her near silent frustration he ended up chuckling to himself. He'd reach to grab one of the tools Moccasin gave him and using his mouth to hold the stick he scraped some of the excess clay off the bottom of his pot before reaching forward to add it to hers. His reach was gentle so she could move her own paw out of the way before he plopped down the clay but they may have touched paws in the process. No thought by him.

Without moving his own pot from in front of him, he used both of his paws to work with Ruse's pot and make it a little more even, showing her how to use the stick tool Moc had given him so she could blend the patch that he had given her.

Once it was all set and he had his own pot in the best shape it could be, he rose to place it into the heat of the kiln to dry, waiting for Ruse so she could do the same. "I bet you're ready to go wash off." He joked lightly, "Come on." And he'd lead her out to one of the fresh waterfalls nearby on the island.

"Cerberus"