Dutch walked from the makeshift den, blinking against the morning sun. soon it'd be winter, and the sun would dull and her kids wouldn't want to go outside to play anymore. it'd be too cold for their little bodies. "c'mon, you lot" she bent down to peer at the mouth of the den, encouraging all three of them to tumble outside. today would be a lesson on crafting. Thoren may not be here, but she wanted to continue their traditions of Donyur all the same. these kids were half Ahlberg. she refused to raise lazy kids. "we're gonna do a little arts n' crafts today" she raised her head and stared around the lake area. there was plenty to work with here. she could make something from all this, and instruct the kids to do something fun too. "we can make anythin' you want. and you get to keep it too!" maybe she'd teach them how to craft a spear. thinning down wood was one of the most important skills in crafting. her eyes scanned the area, wondering if Hannibal would join them. he had spent lots of time with their kids so far, and she knew to expect him in their lives. but if it was just her and three pups, she would be fine with that too. ""

He heard his mother's voice and the Dwarf child would be the first to answer. He had woken up quite early, the small boy sitting at the back of the den staring at the outside world from the darkness. As soon as she told them what they were gonna do today, he bounded forward, trying to be careful not to step on his siblings but his short legs made it hard so he said a series of "oops" and "sorry's" as he scrambled his way to the mouth of the den. He burst into the open, dancing around his mothers legs as his tail wagged a mile a minute. "What we gonna craft mum? Huh huh? Is it gonna be cool? Can I make myself somethin' cool?" He secretly wanted to make something incredible! Like...armor, or something. How neat would that be? He could wear it around and show it off to everyone, not that he'd need it anytime soon but the thought was pretty wicked in his mind.

he never really stopped to admire the scenery before him. then again, he wasn't one to really stop and smell the proverbial roses. the lake was withering due to the autumn season, and soon it'd be a sheet of ice probably. what was ice? well, he didn't exactly know. he also didn't know the west was too humid for ice at times and places. even in the fabled winter. which was totally soon. Wolfpaw Lake though... this is where their den was. Ma always said it was temporary, that they may be moving soon. he couldn't imagine that.

Godbrand tumbled out the den, bumping into Gimli first and then racing to Beryl's side. his little brother was already asking questions about making something. his own ears piqued when Ma said they could 'keep it'. keep what they crafted? what nonsense was this? didn't you sell the stuff you crafted for a quick buck? isn't that what trading was all about? but he was too young to make sense of a confusing thought for long. "I'm going to make you something, Ma!" if Gimli wanted to make himself something, then Ma was gonna be left out.

that won't do. he'd make her something cool too.

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