Geoffrey was bored. He'd made all kinds of medicine, but there were only so many plant/insect/dirt combinations out there and the boy was quite certain he'd made them all. After medicine his attention had turned to building things. He'd dammed up a small creek and successfully (and accidentally) made a little pool to stomp around in. Geoffrey had then, in order to stake his claim and make it known that yes indeed, the pool was his creation, he'd built a little fence around it by shoving small sticks into the mud at its edge.

The boy left to get more sticks and by the time he came back the little pool had seeped passed its boundaries. The side furthest away from the creek was now a solid inch passed the line of sticks that had once marked its edge. "Aw man!" he huffed. Now he was going to have to take them all out and start over!

Laisren was taking his brief break between his patrols and hunting. Just wandering the pack lands looking for something to occupy his time. He had thought of just relaxing, but feared he wouldn't want to get up and moving again if he relaxed. So instead he just took it easy and just moved around within the territory. He had just crossed into the Moore and a thought of checking in on Gwen's pups had popped within his mind. He had been interested in them since they were introduced to the pack. It wouldn't hurt to stop buy and visit, maybe the ill boy would be feeling better. He didn't make it to the den before the scent of one pups. Altering his course to fallow the scent. When he spotted the pup his eyes caught the sight of something odd in front of the pup. A pool of water and a bunch of sticks in the ground. His brows furrowed in curiosity. It took him a moment to remember the name of this pup, but it did finally pop to the front of his mind. "Whatcha got there Geoffrey?" he asked. "Laisren Talk", & 'Laisren Think'

Geoffrey was so engrossed in fixing his fence that he didn't notice his packmate's approach. He'd been careful to work each stick into the mud so that it stood straight and tall, and that had come back to bite him in the butt. Removing them was liking playing tug o' war with the ground. Success was coming far too slowly for his liking.

Laisren's voice startled him and caused him to drop the stick he'd been holding. He snatched it up almost as soon as it hit the water and then turned to fix Laisren with a pitiful expression. "I made a pool and now it's running away." If he were being honest, he had no idea how to fix it. If he put a new fence around it the water would do as it had done the first time and simply ooze between the sticks.