[Hunter Dennehey] So, I had this idea...

[wolfcat]

Who: Hunter Dennehey
Where: Down by the docks.
When: Monday, May 1, mid-morning.
Invited: Kirsten, and anyone else that cares to jump in.
Status: Complete

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[Kirsten]

[lost_mckay]

Kirsten was up with the sun and down with the sun; a full day's work, all told. The saws were silent today. It was a day to lay the keel after all the slats were measured, cut, seasoned and shaped. Within the large workhouse, it was beginning to take skeletal shape; one could imagine what it would look like as one could imagine what a human would should one look at the complete skeleton

[Hunter]

[wolfcat]

Hunter let out a laugh to match Kirsten's delight. "Sounds perfect!" she called back... for all that she really had no idea what Kirsten had just said. Her loose translation? Boat good. Which was good enough for her. Hunter was a field and forest sort of girl. She grew up inland. In the mountains, inland, in fact. And while she did spend a brief period on the west coast, it wasn't studying marine biology or anything else remotely related to the ocean

[Kirsten]

[lost_mckay]

Kirsten handed off her work-gloves to the closest of her pair with a nod, "I'll catch up with you there in a bit. We're due in the ropes later for the sloop, and when it comes, you'll need to thread the block and tackle. Until then, keep sanding the hull and make sure everything is holding."

She looked back at her friend, offering some explanation with a grin. "We had a little difficulty with the wood taking the curve. With a little gentle persuasion, she's fine."

Once the younger man took the gloves and acknowledged her with an 'Okay', he waved at the vet, offered a 'Heya, doc', and headed back towards the workshop. Kirsten watched him go briefly, turned around again, giving Hunter her full attention; the grin still easy on her face. "I could build a fleet with them." She let that thought go, however, in favor for, "It's a good day. Absolut-- awww... where'd you get him?" How could she not notice the squirming canvas' contents?

[Hunter]

[wolfcat]

Hunter tossed a wave off at Kirsten's apprentice. "Hey, Geoff," she smiled.

She laughed once again, however, as her friend spied the puppy. "The Brookfields'," she grinned. "One of their pups." She shifted the bag across her torso and reached into it to pull the animal out. The puppy squirmed and let out more 'talking', wiggling in the vet's hands. "And he is a she."

With a little careful shifting, she hooked the puppy over her forearm and used her free hand to scritch under her throat and chin again. "Like her? I haven't named her, yet." The puppy circled her head to try to capture the woman's thumb to use as a chew toy.

[Hunter]

[wolfcat]

"That depends," Hunter chuckled, knowing all too well Kirsten's preferences for felines. For her part, she liked both pretty equally. But... "A good working dog is remarkably self-sufficient. Especially when it knows it's got a job of its own to do." She gestured to the puppy, who was now threatening any shoelaces that might be sticking out from under trouser hems. "This one doesn't know it yet, but she's going to be a herder. She's got the instincts for it. That, or a guard dog. She's one of the Brookfields' litter." She smiled to Teyla. "A well-trained dog can be extremely helpful. But, the fact is, with any animal, you have to be willing to be a part of its life, if you expect it to be part of yours. Too many folks think they can keep 'em as toys or entertaining diversions to be pulled out and played with once in a while and then put back away. But, that's not how it works." Especially in a 'frontier' town like the colony had essentially become. Animals were quickly becoming categorized as either 'food' or 'livelihood'. There wasn'

[Kirsten]

[lost_mckay]

"Alrighty

[Hunter]

[wolfcat]

Sawdust and shavings? "Perfect," Hunter smiled. "That'd be great. Thanks. I'm expecting to be back to the ranch by sundown at the latest, but it will depend on the rest of my errands." Truthfully, she was hoping to be back before then, so the pup could start getting used to her new home.

Her head canted, now. Business concluded, for all intents and purposes, there wasn't a lot of point in sticking around, getting under foot. But she was somewhat curious. "So. Teyla... what is it you do?" The woman had said something about being a 'pack mule', which suggested she did a certain amount of traveling -- perhaps even through the gate, though Hunter hadn't heard about there being a lot of that, lately.

In any case, Hunter liked the idea of broadening her contact base. She wasn't content to rely upon the colony authority to take care of her, really.

Funny, that.