The knife had been a gift from one of her fathers. For a moment Coran was surprised but he swiftly processed the information and moved on from it. It wasn't often he'd met a male couple with children, come to think of it this would be the first he'd known of. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened with the mother, if the girl and been abandoned shortly after birth or if something else had happened. Either way it seemed like they were raising a brave and altruistic young lady.
Coran paused in his examining of the reeds to look over at the work she'd done. "Yes, excellent, that is looking good. Now comes the tedious part. We must start weaving the reeds around the basket, under a tine then over, under and over, pulling tighter and tighter til it all comes together at the top making a cone shape."
Coran moved to demonstrate. Using his teeth as well as his paws he started to weave the vines through the poles, starting at the base and using his jaws to maneuver the strands while his paws held them in place so he could get the next cane into position. He worked with his weaving, pulling tighter and tighter as he worked, using his paws to help behind the rivercane inwards. When he finally got to the top he wrapped the reeds several times around the top, tying a few knots to help hold the basket together.
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