Double-Edged

She was given the go-ahead. Meldresi slipped inside the den to where the she-wolf gestured towards a scoop in the soil. Finding one of the pelts the violet-eyed she-wolf mentioned, the priestess dragged it over to the dent and laid on it. She shook herself gently to rid herself of the dampness, but not wild enough to get water all over the female's den.

Her indigo eyes scoured the den, focusing on the strange object that her host was molding out of clay. "So it is. Hopefully the lightning doesn't strike the pines...." Summer thunderstorms were always the most dangerous, since the heat dried out the soil and tress, and the sudden lightning that came with the storm could always cause trouble. "What's that you are making?" She queried, voicing her question on the wolf's hobby.