The boot was a simple fix, one in the fur, and she would show Fran as much when they got to the cabin. If she couldn't fix it there, it probably wasn't worth sending it out, she could mend it well enough until she got to town. Iris laughed, and sadly, no, the vest did not have a good story attached to it. "Bear, claws sharper than you expect. Wolf got to him before he kill me. No good story, not like one I tell you before."
Iris made her way to the cabin with Franziska, letting her in first. You walked in through the kitchen, which was always filled with various animal parts and meats, salting. In one corner was a bag filled with pelts, Iris pointed to it. "Bag for sale." She pointed to another bag in the corner. "This have wolf pelt, need vest, and new..." Iris tried to think of the word, for it, so in order to demonstrate, she carefully removed the wolf pelt she had around her head and body, setting it down on the bed carefully. She motioning to her arms, not hands. "Arm warmings?" She wanted detatched sleeves, but didn't know the phrase for them. The cabin itself was bare except for a simple mattress, table and two chairs, and blankets everywhere.
Well, the cabin was bare except for the three wolves that were currently staying inside the cabin, hiding from the cold near the fire. Upon seeing Fran, they instantly got up and snarled, glaring at her with big bright eyes. Iris with her tangled ratted mess of long black hair, got on the floor, looking at them eye level and just looked at them, silently communicating with head movements. It wasn't long before the wolves collapsed back on the floor like domestic dogs.