Stuff and Things and Puppets on Strings

With a small cart full of supplies hitched behind Ila, the mini caribou, Iolaire was off with children in tow to teach them... things. There was a little hourglass within every being. When that sand ran out, so did your life. Iolaire's was getting fairly low. She'd led a very full, rewarding existence, but the trials and turmoil that she'd faced had made that sand run just a little faster. So...the old woman was doing what she could to make a lasting impression on the wolves around her; her family.

Today, Iolaire was taking a few of the younger wolves out on a little trek. The day was full and bright but the stones seemed to make things a little darker nonetheless. Ambiance, if you asked Io. They were going to be catching dreams, after all.

"Sit right down, pull up a fur." Wiggly fingers motioned to the others to get situated. She'd brought a stack of smooth, oiled furs so that they could more easily see their supplies. After the furs were lid out, the wiry old woman began laying out stacks of supplies. She produced saplings that she had already formed into a circular shape. There were beads and feathers and strips of fine leather. She'd spun alpaca fleece into fine threading and there was a large roll of hefty twine.

"Today, we're going to learn to catch dreams," a little cackle was released as Io sat down on her own fur. They should have expected her to be a little eccentric by now and Iolaire didn't disappoint.

"Iolaire"