Wyndelin stuck to the lower regions of Fenrir's Maw as he worked his way through the difficult mountain terrain heading eastward. He didn't plan to go too far east, just far enough to recover a few items he'd ferreted away. In the mean time he decided he'd do some scouting amongst the pine trees that grew at the lower elevations. He was sure some grew up in the sheer and rocky areas but they were likely to be skinnier and not have as much resin as he'd like. Well, perhaps that wasn't true. It was more that he'd feel guilty harvesting from trees growing in such rough conditions already. He scouted along the eastern portion of the maw noting the scents of a pack nearby. Now who would want to take up residence near the volcano after its eruption?

Áskell wandered around the base of Mount Volkan with his companion keeping an eye on things. His father was nearby, only a call away should the pup get into too much trouble. He wasn't allowed to go high up and see if he could find any lava. Maybe he could convince his dad to take him later. As he was six months old he was allowed to wander a little ways outside the main pack lands unaccompanied. He headed toward the nearby mountain range even though he wasn't allowed to go very far. He was wondering through a grove of pine trees when he spied a man wandering around and sniffing pine trees. He giggled. "Hey! What are you smelling pine trees for?"

Wyndelin followed the scent of pine as he maneuvered along the mountainside. He moved from tree to tree, searching for sap and signs of injury that he could utilize to get pine resin. He could always damage the bark himself but he'd rather search for an area where the sap was already leaking from the tree. It didn't seem polite to do unnecessary damage to a tree before winter.

Soon he found a pine tree with a pre-existing injury where the sticky sap was leaking from the bark. It looked good and soft and ready for harvest. Wyndelin slipped out from his travois and was about to begin gathering when a pup suddenly appeared. He quickly guessed that the pup was from the nearby pack. "Hi, I'm looking for some pine resin to make pine pitch. It's like a sticky glue. My name is Wyndelin, you're welcome to help me if you want." He pulled out a small ceramic bowl and set it at the base of the tree. Hunting around on the ground he found a small stick and took it in his jaws. Carefully he stuck the stick into the injury and started gathering the sap into his bowl. He had a small fire going in a clearing that would hopefully be burning down to coals by now.

Áskell's ears perked up at the mention of glue. Now that sounded fun! He wondered what would happen if he stuck the glue in his brother's fur. Well, maybe he better not. If he was bad his father would limit his wanderings and he didn't want to be grounded in the Nook all winter. "Ok, I'll help! You can show me how to make it. My name is Áskell Klein." He watched as the older wolf set a bowl on the ground and then started scooping pine sap into the bowl with a stick. He scouted along the ground and quickly found a stick of his own. Seizing it between his teeth he bounded over to the tree and tipped back on his hind legs so he could reach the hole in the tree. Taking his stick he started dabbing some sap onto it and then awkwardly trying to dab it into the bowl.

Wyndelin grinned as the pup introduced himself and agreed to help. He watched with amusement as the pup worked out how to gather the pine sap and started adding to the bowl. "Ok, now we have to heat the sap on a fire and mix up some ash. I have one just over here, see the smoke?" Wyndelin slipped back into his travois and picked up the lip of the bowl carefully in his jaws before trotting over to the fire. Once there he set the bowl down on the hot coals. "Ok, now we want to add some ash to it, like this." He picked up another stick and carefully scooted it into the ash. He then moved his head to dump the ash into the pine sap. Once they had enough he'd stir it in.

Áskell bounded along after the man since the fire was only a short ways away and it wouldn't take long for his dad to come along and maul the guy if he was mean. Plus, Áskell felt like he was a pretty decent fighter anyway. He watched as the man placed the bowl on the fire and started adding ash to it. Áskell quickly followed suit, using a stick to scoop some ash into the bowl. This was kind of fun. He watched with fascination as the mixture started to turn black. He would've been tempted to keep adding ash but at one point Wyndelin stopped him and so he set his stick aside and waited to learn what the next step was. Right now it didn't look very sticky or useful and it smelt pretty bad.

Wyndelin watched carefully as the pup started adding in ash and he stopped the youth when he felt they had enough. "Ok, now we wait for it to heat up." Wyndelin settled down and proceeded to engage in some small talk about the weather and their interests in making things. Once the sap was heated up enough Wyndelin pulled it off the fire. "Ok, now we gather up the mixture on a stick like this." He picked up a stick in his mouth and carefully stuck it in the sticky, tar-like mixture. Rotating the stick he carefully gathered the substance onto the stick before setting the un sticky end down in the dirt to hold it up while it finished drying. "Then you just wait for it to dry. When you want to use it you'll heat it up to make it sticky again."

Áskell watched as the weird mixture started to heat up and darken. Unfortunately they had to wait for it to heat up before it could be used to stick stuff together. He chatted with Wyndelin a bit about things pine pitch could be used for, in particular his ears perked up at learning it could be used to stick spear heads onto sticks. Wyndelin explained that he wasn't very interested in making weapons but Áskell was. Eventually they got to the point where they could transfer the pitch onto a stick. He quickly picked up his own stick and started twirling the pitch onto the tip of it as he mimicked Wyndelin's movement. He then set his up to finish drying as well. He couldn't wait to start sticking stuff together!