Floorplan

Bronze was hardly the most inventive of wolves - if anything, he liked sticking to doing things the way he knew how to do them, which probably didn't lend well to a craft that needed some element of creativity. But he was happy to learn anyway, dedicated now to proving his worth and skillset to Basilisk. Being versatile and open-minded were positive traits that he hoped he could express, even if he was stepping out of his comfort zone in doing so.

He was careful as he stoked the fire and listened to her as she explained about the temperature required to do this work. Not too hot, not too cold. Bronze nodded, acknowledging what she was teaching him. "Interesting," he commented softly, nodding along with her. She was making nails... their use he was less sure of but he supposed he'd see what she had in store as she went.

It seemed like she wasn't necessarily an expert, but trying to figure some things out as se went too. Ignita gestured to something she called a crucible. He let go of the string for a moment to snatch it with his jaws and move the bowl thing toward her, letting her grab it before returning to his simple task of occasionally stoking the fire. It was easy enough to see when it needed to be fanned, and he gave the string another few pulls and watched the fire roar back to life while Ignita was getting things sorted.

"So what's this thing for?" Bronze asked, gesturing to the crucible as well as the mold. Maybe he was a bit dense but this wasn't at all his area of expertise - he'd rather be certain he knew what was going on instead of just assuming. He didn't like not knowing things.