Finding what is lost

The guys over at the drying hut really needed to start learning the system. She was starting to get too busy to keep picking up their lazy deliveries from the center of the storeroom! Bear Pelts go here, Dried fish here, deer jerky here, Deer pelts over here by the bear pelts, smaller pelts go- "Little Bird." Her heart instantly skipped a beat and her face grew warm. She liked this new nickname he gave her. She had been so engrossed in her task that she hadn't noticed him enter.

She didn't mind his interruptions, she did mind when others interrupted her work when they wanted to dump their wares all willy-nilly throughout the supply room! She followed him away from her work, ears perked to what he had to say.

Charlie! Oh good, there was news! She wasn't completely surprised by his command for her to join him. She loved to travel and explore, but was that so wise?

"A few days? He must have gone far! I wonder what he was looking for!" She quickly gathered the supplies and tried to nicely remind the workers on the drying and hunting runs to please keep in mind where everything went as she wouldn't be here to tidy up after them. She had a satchel full of jerky, a small art kit, and a thick Seal skin blanket, as well as the tiger hide vest and hood Wylan made her to keep her warm during the winter travels. Should be enough, oh, and a fire starter and a medical kit from Ollie. She told Idalia her possum to stay home and tend to whoever needed an extra pair of hands.

"That should do it! I'm ready!" She told him when she found Basilisk after packing.