Stretch your legs and ready your mind

Mason wasn't afraid of the lone wolf, which was good though she shortly wandered off. Instead he was interested in what lined the walls of the cave. FitzDutiful looked at his son with a slight smile and decided to see if there was an inner naturalist within him. He was at an age where he could start pursuing trades and becoming an apprentice, so why not start him now?

"Why don't you try and figure that out?" he said, walking over to sit by Mason. "Investigate it with all your senses and see what it reminds you of." FitzDutiful didn't know of glass, but he did know of ice. As far as the wolf was concerned the walls of the cave was aligned with a special kind of frozen water that provided no nourishment.