How things stand

Mojito would be damn happy when spring finally broke, he wasn't exactly stocked up and he was eager to see just exactly what he was working with in terms of the natural resources or even the possibility to starting an herb garden again. It'd be nice to have a garden again. For now though Mojito was enjoying a very rare sunny day in late winter. He'd set up a little washing station. Every once and a while he'd return to the rapids to collect clean water and was using the fresh water to clean the small clumps of the wool Hoa had actually let him take. Then he was drying them on rocks he'd set up around a small fire. It was long and taxing work but considering he was working with minimal supplies he'd take what he could get and wool was good for soaking up all sorts of liquids, including blood if he didn't have something better, it could also be used for bedding for birthing nests.

The man had settled into a rhythm, he was so focused he was nearly blind to the world around him. It wasn't until he was heading back from the river that he saw Kotori, his ears perking slightly and he placed his bowl back down before he called out to the younger man. "Kotori, anything I can help you with?" He didn't know if the man had even been looking for him but might as well be proactive. He still wasn't sure where exactly he stood with Kotori either so might as well be friendly.



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