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The silver-furred werewolf was eager to help, and as Niro spoke, he stepped forward, taking the plank in his hands. His brilliant blue gaze watched as the other man directed him as to where to hold it. Rurik wasn't a carpenter or someone who worked construction jobs too often, but he was decent with his hands, more than capable of doing a simple task like this. “No worries, mine friend,” the werewolf said, his tail wagging. As the other man continued to speak, the werewolf nodded, realization dawning on him. Rurik hadn't realized what a help it would be to have eyes in the sky. “You are right. It vill be verk, but it vill halp you much, I zhink,” the Russian said. “Nevar thought 'bout zhat... birds, you know?” he said, admiring the other man's brilliance.
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