We Built this...Ranch?
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ooc: Sunrise-Late Afternoon. There is no posting order :3

  • Setting: Throughout the day of the 30th
  • Location: Between the Miki and Suki rivers

  • Personal Task: Barn building with Asgeir


  • X’yrin had found Asgeir not in a den, but in the back of his wagon, strangely enough. Though she supposed it was not unnatural for him since it was an ideal place to rest when on the endless road. But to some degree, she was a little bothered by this. Did he not yet feel comfortable in the pack, she wondered, whilst hoping to some degree this was not the case. When time allotted, she would speak to him about it but for now her time was better spent in the enormous task of constructing the barn.

    It was under the condition that the enclosure only faintly resembled the human-like structures that she agreed for its construction on the land. To any other, it would have been dubbed a silly condition and discarded all together, but there was a clear telling in her voice about how strongly she felt against the remnants of the deceased culture. There was a kind of childish notion that as the building was erected, she would lose her phobia in knowing it was built by wolf paws . There would be no eerie sense about it, no ‘ghost’ to haunt its walls. Just… a representation of the physical labors that went into its construction. Something to call ‘theirs’. But as she thought on this, the idea did not seem so childish any more.

    She rode out with Asgeir to where the barn would be built, dismounting when they arrived and began unloading the tools from the cart. It was something to do while they wanted for others. Having spied Pendzez and Sira tending to the animals, that only left a pawful of others…and perhaps more if Sira’s mission to recruit had been successful. But only time throughout the day would tell. Regardless, the Issor had every intention to begin.

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