I must be willing to give up what I am in order to become what I will be.

Nelu worked the clay between his paws, working out the air bubbles and picking out bits of debris. He'd settled in the courtyard on the stone patio with the warmth of the sun on his back fighting off any winter chill. He'd seen some of the bowls and other pottery items around the castle and decided that he wanted to try making something. Nearby the ravens were on the brick wall again. They were mostly chattering at each other, invested in their own business, but one blue-eyed raven would pause in his conversation every so often to watch the young wolf. This didn't go unnoticed by Nelu but he wasn't concerned. He just focused on rolling and working with his clay, getting it to a malleable state.