From a distance he observed, leant against the wooden fence that marked off the out door training grounds. Since early morning he had been sat there simply looking and watching the gardens, pleased to see some members had already taken some initiative and began working on the lands. Alex was stood behind him, light grey arms wrapped around the Angelo's shoulders, the idiot resting his head to the side of the dark samurai’s, watching the work alongside the brooding male. “It's going well so far” the Abigor observed, earning a mumbled “Mhmm” in response, resting his head against the pale males. It was rare that he showed the other any form of affection, the touch was brief before he pulled away and headed over towards the gardens, ready to lend a hand wherever he was needed.

Behind him, Alex jumped over the fence and trailed behind the Angelo, following the storm coloured male lead. Scouring his eyes over the lands he noted the light-coloured form of Mido, one of the Dasas within the pack. Having spent his first few months within the warrior tier of Anathema he held great respect for those who followed the path, for only the truly dedicated and hard working could progress and succeed in the ways of combat. Altering his path he moved over to the male, Alex having gone of to be somewhat useful elsewhere. “Mido, glad ta see you're down here helpin'. Anything I can do to lend you a hand?” he asked, inclining his head a fraction as he awaited the male's response. Having not been as engaged with the gardens as he was with the workshop, he was currently unaware of who was working on what and what still needed to be done.

To his left, Alex seemed to re-appear out of thin air, turning his head he looked at the other and shot him a quizzical look, unsure where or what the other had disappeared off to do and not sure if he particularly wanted to know the details; experience told him that the most likely answer was something stupid or pointless.

Whilst the Dasa spoke his eyes flicked to the pile of gathered wood, instantly impressed by the others initiative and fast work. If all the others were working just as much as the Dasa it seemed likely that the gardens would soon be finished at least, which would greatly help the pack become more involved with trade as well as self-production. “Hrmmm. Sounds like a plan” his voice was somewhat muffled as he spoke allowed, mind deep in thought as he began to calculate the size of the designated are which was to be the gardens. “The most important areas that would need to be defined by fencing would be the sides; front and back aren't as important. If we can get the sides up first, then we can worry about the rest” he thought allowed, eyes flicking back down to the pile of wood. “Well, building a fence I can do. God knows I know nothing about gardening” he grinned a little and looked over to Alex, “What ya gonna do” he asked, “Obviously help. God forbid if I left the mighty Angelo to do all the manual work. You know, would hate to have him come whimpering to me cause he got a splinter or something and I wasn't there to make it all better” Alex's words struck a nerve in the storm coloured male, who simply raised and eyebrow, his lip tugging back a fraction. “Says the guy who can't hunt for shit”.

Turning his attention away from the ghostly male before he became tempted to start a full out fight with the Abigor in front of the pack, he looked to Mido and shrugged slightly in an attempt to tell the other not to worry about the small argument. “I'll go fetch some spades. Should be a few in storage from when I was doing the training ground fence. I think ya got enough wood there for one side” he said and turned and began to make his way to the storage building. Raising his arms over his head and interlocking his hands, Alex yawned loudly and padded over the the pile off wood, bringing his arms back over his head he crouched down in front of the wood. “Might as well start laying it out, that way we can confirm we have enough” and with that said he began loading a pile of wood into his arms and made his way to the left side of the gardens that neighboured the training grounds. Starting at the far end he dumped the wood and began placing it out roughly where it would be erected.

Just as Alex began laying the wood out, the Angelo returned with three shovels, offering one to the Dasa as he reached the male.

With his load lightened he padded over to the opposite end to which Alexander was working on; simply because it was closer and to some level he wasn't in the mood to deal with the pale Abgior's incomprehensible mood swings at that moment. With the second shovel he shoved it into the ground with his arms, pushing it in further with a paw and his body weight so that it was left protruding from the grounds for Alexander to collect when he needed it. Swapping the last shovel to his left hand he looked up to see the Dasa join in with the laying of wood, although the male's method wasn't quiet as organised as Alexander's measured hand placed pieces it was just as effective, if not a little more fun looking. Making his way over to the gathered wood he collected a small load with his left arm and began working separately to the other two, for either way they'd meet up at some and he didn't see the need to work with anyone at the moment, considering his current mood wasn't all that better then Alex's. The job was to put up a fence, not make nice with everyone.

Half dropping, half placing the wood he combined the two other males style just for the heck of it, to make the tedious task as interesting as possible. Keeping to himself he quickly had his small load placed and began to dig holes for the posts, aiming for each one to be roughly between half or three quarters of a meter deep, considering the length of the posts and the required height of the fence his estimation seemed logical and had worked somewhat okay for the fencing around the training grounds. Repeatedly all he did was dig, dump the dirt and dig some more, every now and then when he completed a hole he'd carefully drop the wooden post into it and fill the remaining space up with the free dirt laying around in poorly placed piles. Tiresome work really, but simple enough. During some point of the Angelo's work, Alexander had come to retrieve his spade without saying a work and he too seemed to be making fair progress, having what appeared to be 4 posts in place from where the Angelo stood, the storm coloured male looked to his two posts and hole and felt a slight competitive urge take hold of him, blue eyes flashing to the area where the Dasa worked to see how far he'd gotten.

Working in near silence he picked up his speed, repeating the manual actions to get the task at hand done as quickly and efficiently as possible, glancing over to the other two males every now and then to keep track of their general progress, not that he was competitive or anything. With the break-less work he soon joined his part of the fencing to where the others had gotten up to, Alex finishing up just a few minutes behind him, a sense of victory taking place within the Angelo that he did not voice. Straightening up he breathed in deeply, both hands wrapped around the spade's handle, blue eyes reviewing the work thus far; which was surprisingly more then he has initially thought himself and the other two would be able to achieve in the time frame thus far. Sure it wasn't the prettiest fence he'd ever seen and in places somewhat unstable, but it looked like a fence and defined the area that was to be the garden none the less; or one side of it to be exact.

Shovel in hand he made his way over to Alex, noticing that the pale male too had decided to head over to him. “You're side of the fence is wonky” the words flew out of the pale males mouth, causing the Angelo's steps to falter for a second before he simply inclined his head slightly. “And yours looks like it's about to topple over any minute. Rather have a wonky fence then one that would be blown down by the wind” he retorted, irritation surging through him slightly; although he understood some of the reasoning behind the pale male's random mood swings, this particular one was leaving him stumped and he was fairly sure he hadn't done anything wrong recently to have set Alex off.

“The hell? What makes you think yours has remotely stable foundation? Since when have you had any skills with making just about anything?” stepping into the Angelo's personal space, Alex spat the words out, retreating quickly as to not push his luck with the storm male too far. Dark ears flicked back and his tail fell still with agitation, “That does it!” lifting his spade he angled it so that the edges were fairly out of the way and lightly striking the idiot upon his hip with the back of the spade's head, Alexander responding simply with a string of incoherent curses and a low strike at the Angelo's thigh, the spades edge slicing through his jeans and nicking the male's leg.

With both having struck a blow, the spades were thrown down, both male's muscles bunching up ready to pick a fight with each other.

An itching sensation caused the male to grow aware of the cut, the throbbing pain only becoming remotely noticeable a few moments later; it was somewhat strange how high his tolerance of pain had grown, from always having some small cut or another upon him the Angelo had quickly learned to ignore the pain that smaller wounds caused. Yet, the fact that Alex had dared to strike him and cause a flesh wound hurt strangely, in a way he couldn't put his finger on and wasn't too sure if he really wanted to figure out the details as to why it had hurt him, just that it had.

Stepping forward he reached out to grab for the paler male, only for some ignorant fool to interrupt his wrath. Turning sharply to the direction of the interloper he bite back his growl of irritation, only then recalling that the Dasa had been present in the fence making, so quickly he'd forgotten the other male with his irritation towards Alex. Turning his sights back to the pale male, he stared silently, making his displeasure of things well known to the other and that things weren't over; they'd be settled later, when no one was present to play good old innocent bystander.

Turning his back to the pair he picked up his and Alex's spade; the latter so that the pale male couldn't do a repeat action and use it against him. “Well, I'll be off for now. We can crack on the rest at another time. Cya” he bid his farewells to the Dasa, making a point to simply ignore Alex as he left the gardens to return the spades into storage and began to make his way back to the caves, seething with anger and plotting out murderous revenge for Alex if he dared enter their shared cave that night.