don't know, don't care

Before she began work on the ceiling of the storeroom Ignita was pulling branches and boards and fibers through the Col to the rooms. She spent a few hours with her little possum Idalia seeing if they could work out how to turn the fibers into strong ropes and lash the branches together to form a supportive raft-like seating object.

She was getting tired and frustrated with their efforts and decided it was time to try another hot bath. They were just down the cavern hallway. With a huff, she threw down the branches and twine that just weren't tying together right and stormed out of the room half-blind with her own frustrated rage, colliding straight into a spikey short wolf.

"Ugh! Watch where your-- Sorry! Sorry. Are you okay?" The little slave nearly forgot herself in her frustration as she dusted herself off.  

"Ignita"