12-15-2011, 04:36 PM
Rain was beyond tired of being in the rank he was. As a craftsmen he knew he had something to prove. He had been working on some various projects but the biggest one was a small bed for Lux and Quinn. He had also wanted to make something for Xyza. He had gotten up early, leaving Sam to sleep with his son and daughter. They had grown so much since they had found them. He left the house and went to the dining area, sturring up one of the fires for some tea and warmth. He had brought some wood for carving and had curred some skins for a sitting mats around the fires that happened to be in the area. The caves were getting cold and the packed ground and rock were uncomfortible. He felt good putting the furs down and went back to his fire after getting the herbs he wanted from dry storage and a pot of water to make tea.
He went to work on a jar he was making for whoever wanted it and howled softly for some company. He didn't know the pack and wanted to make and give things to the pack. He had many bows and arrows and daggers and jars and everything. He knew some people needed new furs. He hoped to meet more of the pack, make new friends. For now he was busy finishing his jar.
He went to work on a jar he was making for whoever wanted it and howled softly for some company. He didn't know the pack and wanted to make and give things to the pack. He had many bows and arrows and daggers and jars and everything. He knew some people needed new furs. He hoped to meet more of the pack, make new friends. For now he was busy finishing his jar.