Skælingr found a nice spot away from the hustle and bustle of the crowds, next to the river that glistened and sang as it danced through the grasslands. He settled down to do some crafting and recharge while his wife tended to their stalls. He padded along the river bank til he found a good place to gather clay. Walking in just a bit he used his paws to start gathering the clay into a ball, or at last some form that would make it easier to transport as his mouth was full.

Skælingr was working part of a coyote shoulder bone in his jaws. Chewing on it thoughtfully as he worked with the clay. He hoped to make the bone into a pendant but right now there was a lot that needed to be chewed off until he had a rough shape to focus on more closely. He didn't want to say he had an oral fixation or anything but he did enjoy chewing on bones while going about his day. He gave a glance to another man he saw chewing on a stump not far from him. Nice to see he wasn't the only one that needed a breather. He'd have said hello but… mouth full.

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Wyndelin worked his teeth into the bark of the stump, seeking to free it from the rest of the wood. The rest of the tree lay upon the ground, parts of it burnt suggesting a lightning strike which wasn't all that surprising. Most of the land was incredibly flat. It wouldn't surprise him to learn that the trees of these plains were picked off one by one as the spring and summer storms rolled through. He wanted to pry the bark off in one nice piece so he could use it as a plate or work space. It wasn't going quite as he planned.

Wyndelin settled down near the stump, mulling over his approach as he pulled a few strands of leather from his bundle. He might as well braid and think while he was working. He carefully nudged the tops of each strand with his paws til they lined up at the top. Then taking his fangs he delicately nipped the top and using his paws tied a knot. Of course it slipped at the last second so his strands were uneven. Oh poo…

He looked up as another man joined him. Wyndelin smiled. "Hello there! Come to get away from the crowds?" He just spied the bone in the man's mouth. "Oh, sorry! I didn't see your mouth was full."

Skælingr continued to chew on the piece of coyote bone. He worked at shaping it into a triangular shape, taking bits and bits off carefully. He hadn't decided yet if he was going to make something for his wife or something to sell at the festival. He supposed he'd see what it looked like after he was done and decide from there.

Another wolf arrived with some items to craft. Skæ set the bone down and dipped his head in greeting. "Hello, it's alright. You're welcome to join me." He moved back over to the clay bowl. Taking the ball of clay he set it in the middle of the stone and jammed his paw into the middle to create a bowl. He wasn't sure if the other man wanted to talk but he was there to work.

Wyndelin worked his teeth carefully around the edge of the stump, peeling at and loosening the bark in the rough shape of the border he wanted. It was going to take some time but if some of the edges were a bit goofy he could always trim those down a bit. Wynd pulled on the bark a bit, working his claws under it to test the shape.

He took a break, licking the wood bits out of his teeth. Moving back over to the braided strands he set a rock on the knot and slowly began to move the right strand over the middle then the left over the new middle. He worked back and forth, making progress on the braid. He looked up as if to say something to the other man but felt suddenly too shy to speak.

Skælingr worked to shape the clay into a bowl like form, his paw pads working to shape the clay and smooth out the cracks and uneven spaces as best he could. He worked to make the bowl about six inches in diameter. Something a decent size for his wife's crafting. Once the bowl was shaped he set it aside to start to dry.

Skæ then moved over to the bone pendant and started flecking off pieces of one side of the triangle to create a ridged pattern. He then started working on the base of the triangle, working in some cuts as if it were an arrowhead, that way his wife could use sinew to create a necklace out of it. He'd thought of trying to chew a in the bone but was worried he'd crack it.

Wyndelin kept working on the braid, crossing strands as he worked. The hard part was pulling the braid tight. If Flikkr were here the bird could help with that but he was companionless, for the time being at least. So Wyndelin just kept working til he reached the end. Pinning the braid with one paw he used his fangs and his other paw to tie off the braid.

Wyndelin returned to the stump and worked more at the bark until finally he was able to pull the bark off in a rough rectangular shape. It would make a lovely piece to work on. Wynd set the bark between his paws and worked on cleaning up some of the edges. Once everything was set he set the bark aside to let it finish drying and curing.