weave a dream

The stone she rested on held residual heat from the sun. she could feel it soaking into her belly as she worked. A bit of warmth, some good company, and keeping her paws busy. What more could a girl ask for? Lorikeet leaned forward a little more, her paw brushing against Pandora as she watched the other woman work. There was something mesmerising about the quick, sure movements the other made. At first, moving almost too quickly for Keetie to decipher. But after a moment, the duel-toned wolf slowed down, showing Keetie what she was doing. She teased as she watched the white feather as it was weaved into the piece.

she said, her voice a low purr as she leaned forward once more, this time peeking into the other wolf's things. She said, raising a brow at the older wolf.

"Speech"