"You carve too? And I traded by own for this belt, but I can make fishing poles. And... I don't know what else. I never have tried."
Loviere grabbed the wooden piece gently and set it next to Octavian. The raccoon was generally a good help at carrying things for him. He took a moment to look beyond Shawchert, trying to make out signs of the pack within the borders. When Shaw spoke again, Loviere opened his mouth to speak, but the raccoon's rough speech cut him off.
"I 'have good, promise," said Oct. Loviere shook his head with a soft grunt of amusement. His companion had not quite mastered the art of High Speech, though the two had known each other practically since birth. He watched the raccoon stand upon its hind legs, waving its arms in the direction of Shawchert.
"The day he is bad will be the day I have him for supper."[/html]