Hace un chingo de frío. Even in summer, the water was frigid and far too cold for comfort. Felt like his balls were threatening to recede away, refusing to return for an unstated period of time. Ronan had always preferred warmer climates, but it was difficult to find a comfortable medium. Something was always wrong or off, as far as he was concerned. He padded up the rocky shore, not even a grain of sand to be found and glanced up at the wall of steam rising from beyond the wall. Huh-he couldn't smell the tell-tale signs of geothermal activity, if anything the water seemed to be fresh. Drinkable, rain water. He had to go check this out for himself, didn't think he'd find a fresh water source all the way out here.

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Coran took a deep breath of the cool, northern air. Even though he was a wolf of the southern plains there was much he could respect of the northern climate. While late summer still made the temperatures relatively pleasant, Coran took the opportunity to swim out to a strange looking island. He was looking for a peaceful place to craft as well a few special crafting items. After some searching he found what he was looking for, some flint and a few assorted stones. It had been ages since Coran had worked on flint arrowheads but he figured there was no better time than the present to try and pick the hobby up again.

Coran settled down high up on the rocky surface and picked out a piece of flint. He examined it to find the ridges and decided where the point would be. Picking up a piece of granite he put a paw on the flint the struck at it with the granite. Oh boy this was going to be hard on his teeth. Definitely would be easier with a companions help but he wouldn't imagine this would be any easier for either of his.

Hearing movement he looked out to see a brightly colored man moving through the territory. Deciding it would be better to make his presence known Coran set down the piece of granite and called out to the man. "Hello there, exploring?"

Ronan was in no rush, picked his way over the terrain slowly, claws out just in case he started to slip. Sharp as they were at best they'd slow his descent, keratin verses rock had an obvious winner. Still this place, aside from the cold, was northern all the same. Dotted with pine trees that clung on stubbornly to the slanted terrain, finding the few relatively flat spots and planted in firmly, not even the brisk northern winds could uproot them it seemed. He wandered a little further, moving to finally take a look at the gaping hole in the middle of the island. It was very volcano-esque, the volcanic rock, long since submerged beneath the water. He idly wondered what it would taste like, fresh and clear, or with an after taste? Glancing at his company, he offered a nod. It was kind of self explanatory, no? "What are you doing with those rocks?"

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The man nodded in answer to his question. Good to know, then he didn't need to worry about his crafting project disturbing the other man's hunting. "I'm working on making some flint arrowheads. I need to make a few spears for a hunting trap later."  Coran stretched his jaws for a moment and took a good look at the flint. Repositioning his paw he picked up the granite stone and began using calculated strikes to knock short flakes off the flint. He sculpted carefully, keeping in mind where the ridges were and where he hoped the tip would be. He set the rock down again to give himself another break. "It's coming along well enough, this island is full of many different rock types."

So he was one of those crafters, someone who tried to make something out of what was effectively junk. Or rock in his case. Ronan could respect that, it was something he'd tried his paw at to a few times before. Makeshift weapons were handy in a pinch and sometimes teeth and claws just weren't sharp enough. He made a low noise of acknowledgement in his throat, he supposed timber and rock were about the only things that could be harvested from this place. That and the few meandering tracks he'd caught wind of, some sort of hoofed creature, probably quite adept at scaling the slopes with ease. Why else would it live here? He couldn't imagine himself having a good time trying to run along these rocky slopes, even with his claws it'd be taxing.

"You got any idea of what sort of creatures live here?" His educated guess would be better than Ronan's if nothing else.

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Coran adjusted the flint under his paw and instead of picking up the granite stone this time he grabbed a chunk of antler and hit the flint hard with the butt of the antler to break a large piece off. There, now it was starting to look more like an arrowhead. He didn't need anything fancy this time, just a rough piece to use as a test. Taking the granite up in his jaws again he carefully whittled at the flint until he had a serviceable arrowhead.

He looked up at the man and considered his question. "Mostly smaller prey, however, I have noticed a herd of mountain goats as well as some big horn sheep. I don't know if they were originally here or if they crossed over in the winter when the ice bridge forms."