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Willam watched the girl leave and wondered just how long it would take for her to go and gather up supplies and then get back here. She hoped that it wouldn't be too long as she was really anxious to end up getting back to Inferni. The large coyote woman really didn't like being away from her home for too long. If she hadn't ended up needing this then she wouldn't have left at all. But she had presents that she wanted to pass out and so she needed these things in order to be able to craft the presents that she wished to hand out.
The female moved to stand next to her stallion as he waited and stroked her fingers against his neck. "Soon. We will be heading back soon." The soft spoken words were given to the horse as if to soothe him even though he showed no signs of agitation. No, the equine was just as docile as ever. He simply nibbled on the grass found at his feet as he waited to get moving again. No, it was Willam that had the anexity. She was wondering if anyone had noticed that she wasn't to be found or not. She had forgotten to tell anyone that she was leaving. But then again she wasn't certain who she should tell since she didn't want the surprise to be ruined. She really had thought she would be back within the same day and so it wouldn't give anyone a chance to notice.
She looked relieved when the other female returned with her arms loaded with items. "No, that is enough. Thank you." Willam moved forward to pick up the paper and things that had been laid on the ground. "This will do. Thank you again." A genuine smile was offered up as she settled the received items into her arms to a position that would make them easy to carry over the long distance back to Inferni. She really hadn't expected the binding and ink and so that had been a pleasant surprise for it. It meant that she could get straight to work on the gifts once she got back to her den. "Do you have someone coming that can help you?" After all the other female wasn't as stocky as Willam was and so the coyote wondered if the other could even manage with the deer on her own. Sure, the trade was over and done with but Willam simply couldn't leave the other to struggle. It just wasn't in her nature to do so. She was unable to leave while someone needed help. "I can wait here to watch over what you can't carry right away if you have no one on their way." She offered, the thought of just leaving the smaller female to struggle on her own was unsettling to her. The strength that came with the bulk was the one good thing about her size at least. So if it came down to it then Willam would help the other cart the load back to her den.
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