weave a dream

Keeties expression twitched with a smile at that reply. While spinning pretty things to fill her den had its merits, she could definitely think of things she would rather be doing. "Of course, it depends on the prize" keetie added as Pandora spoke of the frustrations of patience. Keetie grabbed a couple feathers as she was bid, and wove them into her dream catcher as well. Marking the finishing touches. She gave it a twirl and set it aside, glancing through the older wolf's sack. 


"I'm trying to liven up the blandness of my mountainside den. Have any skills in that clever arsenal of yours that might help?" Keetie asked, tapping her own head and looking towards Pandora to illustrate what she meant by 'arsenal' as the bird fluttered down, she cooed in appropriate admiration of the pretty feathers of the owl.