Gyrfalcon's Keep Pronghorn

"Atka!" 

Thyra leapt to her feet and met the woman, tail swinging and features bright with surprise. She moved to meet the woman, whisker to whisker, before nuzzling her jawline as a show of friendliness and welcome. She turned and gestured with her muzzle for Atka to join her. "Oh, thank you!" She said, once she'd returned to her rabbit. as it was a relatively small piece, she did not suspect there would be enough room for them to both work on the one. 

Fortunately, that problem would find a solution only moments later- when Solveig strode into view, carrying with her a fox with a brilliant red pelt. She chuffed to catch her daughter's attention, before she dropped the fox and carried on. 

Thyra still had the impression that her mother was disappointed in her choice to become a Smiðr, but at least she was bringing supplies for her to use. "I think now, I could use some help!" She said with a smile. "I will go grab- and be right back!" She said, loping across the shaded field to retrieve the fox pelt, and carried it back to Atka. 

"Do you know how to skin this?" She asked.