Ranyshia was working on the drums, cleaning and stretching the hide meticulously. He couldn't do much in way of assembling them without the help of the baboons but he he could at least prepare the materials. He hadn't spent much time outside of his den recently, so caught up in his own work, that he finally brought himself out of his den.
...To sit in the sun and work on his job.
Ranyshia was nothing if not dedicated to his work.
Kiunguza had been walking for days. She was glad to be out of the desert, finally, because after living in the firekin so long, she was thrilled to see no sand, however there was a lot of dirt now. Brown dirt, not golden sand.
