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Standing up as Addison agreed to take a look at his den, Hemming carefully picked up the pieces of his chair. Balancing the partially assembled bit over his shoulder and holding a few other bits in one large hand, he started towards his den, momentarily pointing in the right direction with his free hand. The bones they had found on the beach had made quite a marvellous transformation into a handy shelf, and the male figured the magic might distract the female from her rather violent frustration. Less violence was best, of course, and Hemming felt rather bad for the chair that had been smashed. He would have to fix it up - or clean it up, depending on the damage - and perhaps make a new one for that hut. The Gatlvska didn't want Dawali to see the mess that had been made, as he felt responsible for it; Hemming had brought Addison back to AniWaya himself, and was responsible for her behaviour. Despite a little fretfulness over the chair, he smiled slightly as he walked, balancing the chair on his shoulder and watching as the rainclouds drifted away. It was a nice day to make a chair or guide a tour, but then again, every day seemed to be a nice one. AniWaya, perhaps, was the land of endless good days - Hemming hadn't had a bad one since he had slept there for the first time.
Unlike many of the AniWayans, Hemming lived in a cave instead of a hut, outside of the village. It was perhaps just a consequence of chance - Ember had been the wolf to show him around and help him get started, and she lived in a den, too. Hemming liked the village and would live there if he were starting over, but it would take a while to move all his stuff from his current home without a wheelbarrow or similar tool. The den was rather cozy, too, and though he didn't have a fireplace his own body heat warmed it up fairly quickly due to its small size. The skeleton shelf had been a nice addition and made it tidy and had given a bit of organization to the small room, and certainly made Hemming want to stay there longer. The curved ribs fit almost perfectly along the curved walls, giving lots of shelf space for the amount of space it took up. Books took their place on the canvas shelves, beside a few balls of wool and knitting needles. Things to fuel his knitting obsession were practically taking up all the room, and wool was threatening to engulf the entire den. It was growing and dangerous - Hemming might have to move into a hut just so he had a place to sleep.
"I made something out of them, I'll show you," he said in response to her statement, leading them across the snow. The rain that had fallen had created an icy sheet across the top, and each time Hemming put a foot down it made a rather pleasing crunching noise. Small winter birds, their feathers puffed up with warm air, chattered contentedly in the trees. They were lovely creatures, and Hemming watched them happily.
The two wolves reached his den fairly quickly, and as he ducked through the entrance he said, "Here we are!" It would be tight with both of them in there, but they'd fit for long enough for Addison to get a look around. She would see that it would have been remarkably uncomfortable to stay there while she was injured, and her frustration would melt away. Perfect!
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