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The sun, a welcome visitor on this gray day, poked its shining face through the clouds for a moment, casting its golden light upon the ruddy, shaggy werewolf perched atop the roof of his current project. With mallet in hand, he pounded the very last, finishing nail into a smooth, thin plank of wood designed to hold the glass pane in place. It was the last of more than twenty glass panes of various sizes that had been scavenged by himself to complete the greenhouse. All of the wood had been hewn by his own hands, cut to his exact specifications. The building stood beside Colibri Haki's home, approximately ten feet long, by twelve feet high, by eight feet wide. It had an especially tall door frame to accommodate luperci of all sizes, ranging from petite, smaller individuals like Colibri, to taller, larger individuals like himself.
Hopping down from his perch atop the roof, Rath dashed off a few paces to get a good look at his handiwork while the sun lingered for a moment. The light cascaded through the panes of glass, creating numerous golden rays that ricocheted around inside the structure. "I hope she likes it," he thought out loud, as he slipped his mallet back into its holster on his tool belt. Taking a look at the structure, as a cloud finally moved over the sun and brought back the dimly lit atmosphere of the day, Rath pondered what finishing touches he would put on the greenhouse. The door, a large pinewood door had had swiped from an abandoned house, seemed like the perfect place to carve Coli's name so that everyone would know who this place belonged to. Perhaps he would wait and see if the chocolate, bi-colored femme would want anything else carved on the beams that supported the four corners of the roof, or the eaves of the roof itself. For now, however, Rath would have to quiet his urge to go wild on the building and turn it into a piece of art, not just a greenhouse. Now, he pulled out a smaller mallet and a thin, detailing chisel to begin carving the name 'Colibri Haki' on the door of the greenhouse.
The male was very worried about his timid friend, for he had not seen her in several weeks. He had been working on the greenhouse for almost four months now, and while he had seen her twice during the initial three months when he was preparing the materials, the last month when he had been actually constructing the building he had seen neither hide nor hair of the petite female. Was she avoiding him? Did she not like the greenhouse? If that was the case he could deconstruct it and change it. All she would have to do was ask. However, as he thought of this, the towering, muscular male thought of how hard he would find it to ask someone something like that and he realized how impossible it would be for Colibri, for she was just as shy as he was. He would have to simply wait and hope to see her and seek her approval of the structure when she finally decided to return to her house. He had gathered that she must have been somewhere else, for surely she would have had to exit the home at some point during her seclusion to search for food and he would have seen her. However, since she had not done this, the only logical conclusion was that she was somewhere else. So, with that thought in mind, the shaggy optime finished carving the 'C' in Colibri, in a rather elegant, artistic manner. Writing with pen and paper was not his best skill, but when it came to carving, he could make letters look very beautiful. That was yet another skill he owed to his late parents.