silver is the grip on the helping hand
[ strai ] [ hunting med prey + healing ]
The boy looked like he was beginning to tire. Bylgja could not blame him-- he had been busy. As they prepared to head back, she did a final scour of the area-- plucking more elderberries, having discovered them under another outcrop of snow and stone. What a good find.
As they returned the meat, Bylgja felt pride in her chest. He was going to be free soon-- she could see to that much -- and he was sure to make it clear that the reindeer came from him. Perfect. After, she gestured with her muzzle, directing Strai towards her den-- it wasn't so ornate as some others, but there was a series of pelts on the floor of it, and it was very warm and snug, hidden at an angle that kept it away from most winds. "I've yet to put much decoration up," she admits. "I've been busy! But come in, come in--" and she ducks inside, placing her requested skins out to cure.
"There are berries in that dish there. Safe to eat. A snack, while I work." Once they're in, she pulls out a circle of wood and leather. "I'm working on a ... side-shield. My thought is-- bulwark on the ribs, and leather across the back." |
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