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The truth of the matter was that Larkspur did not care for the coyotes who shared the pack, believing them to be savages. He did not spent much time around them if it could be helped, though both Eris and his daughter tended to do so. Like his son, Larkspur kept to himself. Socializing was not something the D’Angelo had been brought up to understand and he made no real attempts to do so now. Of course, when it came to work on a larger project, any and all assistance was desired.
While the coyote-boy’s silence might have unsettled someone else, Larkspur lacked social graces and thought nothing of it. He glanced up at the rapping on the wood. With only a few beams set up, more simply laying on the ground, Larkspur was certain his little project looked quite unfinished. “Y’here t’help?” The Arbiter grunted, lifting one rough beam as he stood to his full height. Dirt caked his clawed hands, which had been used to dig the holes his poles were placed in. Unfortunately, Larkspur lacked any sort of simple tools better suited for the job. A small hatchet was close by, used to hack notches in for the longer beams. It was a rough construction, but would serve its purpose.
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