<div style="text-align: justify;">Mammoth meat was his favorite, and it was a good thing too considering how much they had of it over the winter. Still, Lars could not tire of it anyway, stewed or roasted, cold or hot, with some herbs or just on its own with vegetables… The first spoonful confirmed what his nose had already told him: it was delicious. As he chewed on his food, he considered a way to explain his idea and what he was trying to achieve in vain. As he did so, his eyes wondered to the wall beyond Lorna and a possible solution to his problem came to mind. He inclined his head toward Mira, a gentle smile on his lips as she caught his gaze on her, then returned his attention to the older woman. He didn’t want to make her feel uneasy, but had managed without doing much or so he thought.<br/><br/>“A tool that might be useful in the kitchen or when we’re out hunting. It’s a like a hammer on one side, but it has a small axe-shaped blade one side. So it can chop meat and smaller bones, or crush and grind nuts…” Lars said. All along, he was mimicking the shape, holding his clean spoon up. His bowl was balanced on his knee, but he was not worried it would tip over as it didn’t seem to move much. “It’s too heavy for the handle I had made. I need to make another.” Lars said and he picked up the bowl before he shrugged a shoulder. He reached out for some flat bread when his eye caught of a small white furry animal rushing in his direction.<br/><br/>Lars had nothing against animals, only he was more used to hunting them than living with them in a lodge. His mind could think of how beautiful a skin that fur would make, and how little of it there was. There would have to be more than one animal killed to do more than a small patch of white fur over something. He didn’t think of killing this animal though, as it was someone’s pet. No matter what he felt about the animal, two things were sure. The first being that he wouldn’t touch it and since the people here had so kindly welcomed him he would learn to live with animals running around like this. The second was… it was most definitely coming his way.<br/><br/>Lars eyed it warily, munching on a piece of bread he had dipped into the mammoth stew. He remembered claws and teeth from a member of the same species he had mistaken for dead, and wasn’t too keen on a repeat of the experience. He remained calm though, even when he felt the claws on his scalp and the pull of the small paw-full of hair that Juju was holding onto. Once the animal was removed with no harm done, Lars glanced up at Naliya and shook his head. “Aren’t we all?” He replied about being antsy and looking forward to a breath of warm spring air. “Good idea, I might join you, if you don’t mind the company.<br/></div>