Bramble has begun to work on skinny the goat are carefully and precisely as her cat claws will allow her. She doesn't even notice the girl slinking around her until a tiny voice apologizes. Looking up, tongue poking from between her lips, she surprised to see the collie mix looking awfully frightened. Her brow furrows as she stops what she's doing and frowns. "I'm not sure what you're apologizing for miss, but I won't hurt you," Bramble pauses, looking from the girl to her kill where a leg is extended between her paws, a neatly sliced line in the skin moving from inside the thigh to the hoof.
"If you'd like, I do need some help. Have you ever tanned hides before to use for books?" Her heads cants to the side again as she continues working. Maybe being too forward would frighten the girl more. Which ultimately was hard for Bramble. She was... definitely that girl that hugged you even after you said please don't. Everyone was Bramble's friend, whether they liked it or not. "I'm just skinning this goat here and going to start the prep work," she motions with a paw at the goat that lays a bit crooked on the ground but no less worse for wear than her own bed head.
bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.
Bulwark
Tactician
