Amidst The Flora and The Fauna

Nelu considered the man's response and nodded. He supposed the same was true for him. While he was becoming quite skilled with pottery and clay work there were a number of other pursuits that were still knew to him. This was only the fourth time he'd tried to make pine pitch. Using another stick Nelu trotted back over to his pine sap. He hooked the bowl and gently moved it from the fire to a stone where it could cool. With the stick still in his mouth he gently stuck it in the sticky, tar-like mixture. Rotating the stick he carefully gathered the substance onto the stick before setting the un sticky end down in the dirt to hold it up while it finished drying. When it was done he'd just wrap it in a scrap piece of hide and store it that way. When it was time to use the pitch he'd heat it over a fire to soften it back up.

Nelu glanced back over at the man as he asked if he could use a small amount. Nelu nodded. "You may. What is it for exactly?" He glanced at the stick that the man seemed to be fashioning into something.