what we really need is a femininomenon!!

As the season droned on, turning out to be much milder than she'd expected, Jay found her own interests changing. Before winter had turned she hadn't paid a whole lot of attention to the pack's livestock, besides asking Corbie more about them when she was younger, but something suddenly seemed to have shifted in her brain.

She'd been busying herself lately trying to get together enough materials to build a makeshift chicken coop, something stable enough to help the chickens survive the winter. They needed somewhere safe and warm to lay their eggs. Building anything at all was a tricky feat with the paws she had, but she'd been doing the best she could, unearthing scraps of old rotted plywood from beneath years and years of decomposed vegetation around the barns. More often than not she was seen with dirt caked to her paws and nose, always busy and always digging and dragging that wood from one end of the territory to the other.

Though she decided on a break today - she had plenty of materials gathered, but the building part seemed a whole lot harder than all that - that didn't mean she was going to do nothing at all. Moseying around the Range, she slowed when she caught Finnie's scent near the main barn, not hesitating to redirect her course and poke her head inside, eager to see what her sister was up to. "Finnie! Whatcha got there?" In the shadows of the barn, her eyes not yet adjusted, it was hard for Jay to tell what she was up to with all the containers in front of her.