To Keep the Winters Warm

Ralla · 11-16-2010, 06:10 PM

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Sorry how late this is; been trying to catch up with life o.0

Ralla's humming was abruptly stopped by the voice of another. She veered her head towards the source and was greeted by a chocolate brown wolf and horse. She smiled and nodded at the other's question, kneeling still in the damp, soapy water that she would soon have to completely rid the stone of. "Hello. Yes, Chief Dawali has been particularily busy lately, but I cannot claim credit for the Great Fire." She said this with an almost disappointed tone, but corrected it. The new wolfess in front of her was barely younger than Ralla herself, but she could tell that her eyes exceeded her years. She smiled and stood, as was respectful. She had never seen the new one before, but she assumed her a part of the pack judging by her scent and comfortable presence. "This?" Ralla said while looking to the suds that soaked her knees. She brushed them off and shivered as the cool water was chilled by the coming-winter air. "It's called tallow. It's a soap made from animal fat and herbs. Happily, it's one of the few recipes I can manage," she said with a small laugh. Ralla's retainment of herbal medicine was poor at best, but she was happy she could readily make tallow at any time without hinderance. It made her happy that she could even remember the herbs to properly pick before the winter chill got to them.

"My name's Ralla, what's your--" she was shortly interrupted by yet another new face. The two exchanged pleasantries--the chocolate wolfess being known as Oceane--before the new one who introduced herself as Sanuye turned her attention to Ralla. "Ralla," she said, not at all perturbed by the interruption. Rather, excited. "It's very nice to meet the both of you. But we haven't met before. Are you both new?" The income of new tribe members and loners had been increasing lately, and it was tough for Ralla to keep tabs on all the new faces, much less make contact with them when her schedule did not allow it. The two other females before her bore sembalances of grace, and Ralla admired Sanuye's black feathers modestly without staring. Taller as she was than the two, she did not want to seem pretentious.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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