Heath certainly did love the small kitten. Well the orange main coon was far from a small kitten. He had never really been small. His lineage made for a large boned and tall beast, covered in long fluffy orange fur. Heath remembered the day they found him, remembered the day he had asked Ruri to be his and to be his family. Soleil had been their first that the pair had taken into their care as a couple, and he was just the beginning. The tabby didn’t know it but he had been the two hybrid’s dry run, teaching them if it was possible to care from something together. The fact that Ruri spoke of him to Niro was not surprising to Heath at the least, she loved that feline just about as much as she loved Heath. We all get caught up in things, Ruri and I certainly understand that. At times the pair got so wrapped up in each other it was as if there was no other living beings on the planet. Well your not too late for to visit. Heath was away often, sometimes over night and he appreciated anyone that came by to see his mate and keep her company. Due to her blindness the fey opted to stay around the cabin, so visitors were always welcome.
The male gave a small chuckle, not even thinking that the other male might be feeling out of place just standing around. But then, Heath would have said the very same thing. Sorry, didn’t mean to hog all the work. He gave with a laugh; an obvious joke. Heath was not one to make friend easily, but his need for them was making it come a bit more naturally. Haven was the only one that he had called friend for some time, but Anann had opened his eyes up to the possibility of more then just one. He felt it easy to joke around with Niro, finding him just laid back enough to make Heath comfortable. Lum began to wander away, Heath clicked his tongue to call her but then strode over to the large mare to gather another spool of wire from one of the packs strapped to her in a more timely manner.
String the wire along the bottom part of the post, might want to use those gloves. Heath instructed as he handed the male the wire. He would come behind the male to tighten it around the hooks with the pliers to secure it. Have you met many outside of the packlands? There are a few good leaders out there… Heath spoke up, drawing the conversation back away from the task at hand.
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