Left things vague because I wasn’t sure what all you wanted to happen here other than make this thread blacksmith-y somehow? Issola is by the work-in-progress crafting studio.
The Princesse sniffed about, eagerly taking in the new scents that were becoming stronger and stronger as the seasons began to change. A child born at the end of spring, the start of summer, the gradual shift to autumn was one that was met with eyes of wonder and an adventurous heart. The leaves were in the process of changing into beautiful hues of yellows, oranges, and reds, and created a tempting smell as they gathered into piles and covered things. As well, there were all kinds of vegetables and fruits to be obtained and snacked upon from the garden and other locations nearby.
Issola and her brother had parted ways to do their own exploring for the day, and the dark Haskel had found herself amongst the works of progress around the little mound village that the pack was working tirelessly on. She did well to skirt around those at work, not wanting to get in their way. Without hands, there wasn’t much she could do to help other than fetch something small or light enough to be carried in or dragged with her jaws. And, even then, she lacked the strength that her siblings and father had. Lean, she had more of her mother’s build than that of her father’s.
It was bothersome as much as it was a hit to her pride that she couldn’t help the older Courtiers. Until she shifted though, she would have to simply settle with her limitations.
Picking her way around, the girl eventually wound up on the northern side of a workshop-type area that was still being built. The scent of freshly cut and burning wood filled her nostrils, calling to her youthful curiosity to check it out. Quietly, the Haskel padded towards the source of the smell. Her pale eyes were ever vigilant of an adult moving about, not wanting to be under foot should they be in the process of building upon the nearby structure.