The PINpoint sits neglected in his jacket pocket, as Connor is oblivious to any little beeps over the sound of hammer blows. What he's working on at the moments is just a nice shelf bracket, fancied up with some metal curliques.

The deerhound rolls to her feet and charges for Balthazar, but stops short six feet away and goes into a few play bows, hopping around in between. A guard dog she is not. She does give a quiet 'whoof!' that makes Connor look up, and he gives a smile and a nod, then whistles like a shephard. Sorcha turns so hard she sends snow spraying and races back to Connor.