Her sister was quiet. Which in all honesty, didn't bother Hinata. She was fine without conversation, after all, she had spent more than half her puphood as a recluse when she was ill and dealing with her own issues. And then again when their mother left them without a word. Not so much as a single goodbye. No whisper nor warning that she was leaving their lives. She tried not to think about it too much. She could safely say she didn't know their mother. Why would she want to? The woman had abandoned her children. Not someone Hinata wanted to be associated with, honestly.
Pale gaze looked at what Asahi was doing, nodding in understanding as she followed her sisters lead. She dipped her toes into the jar, carefully picking out some of the better prepped bamboo before taking it out and carefully weaving some of it together. Her dexterous paws made it easy for her, and she had a good eye for detail. Perhaps when she was done and the baskets were dried, she'd try her hand at painting one...or maybe even trying to make dye later to dye individual pieces for a more pre-colored assortment.
