Mich-matched eyes glittered and a smile settled on her mottled muzzle. Pleased with what Myri said, and knowing that it was true her tail swung back and forth contentedly. It might just be foolish youthful thoughts, but she found herself really liking the woman in front of her. They seemed to be on the same side of the spectrum, although there was a divide in age. It comforted her to know there were others like herself - that this pack wasn't just built on blood-thirsty coyotes and hybrids out for wolf skulls. Emmanuelle stood still and listened quietly as Myrika spoke, looking like a budding flower. Delicate and beautiful, but still there was much to mature. Her form wasn't so much delicate as it was her mind, the youths body fleshed out by muscle and silky thick fur.
" That sounds like it could be a fun trip. I've been across Canada, but I haven't really explored 'Souls itself. Kinda just heard about Inferni and stumbled my way here. " She offered, hoping maybe in the spring that Myrika would be able to show her the places she didn't know yet. The silver-pelted girl hadn't seen a huge amount of human ruins, living in the farm country of Vancouver for a majority of her life. Fiddling with her long blonde hair, she watched with utmost interest as the russet-hued woman in front of her picked up a small skin attached to an equally size frame. Her bloody colored ears perked and swiveled to catch the words, and she nodded in understanding. Her gaze flitted around the room and landed on some rocks, she had seen some skinning in her old pack and those looked like the ones they used to separate unwanted bits - just as her teacher described.
With what her companion said next, Emmanuelle was not so sure about. " So is there a different way to make leather clothing? Or do you do something to that, " A creamy claw-tipped finger pointed at the frame in the other woman's hands before continuing. " To make it softer? And, how long do you leave it to dry usually? Does it depend on the size or is it generally all the same between skins? " Raising an invisible eyebrow, she let her fingers come to a rest on her chin, stroking it. It was almost humorous, a face so delicate and beautiful simply didn't look like it should have anything besides a warm smile coming from it, and yet there it was. Her lips pursed and her brow furrowed as she let her mind mull over what she was being taught.
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