A house to call a home.

Bangle Guffawri · 01-12-2011, 01:12 AM

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456 words. If you want, you can go ahead and play them as getting back to work in your next reply, if you wanted. I know you want to get this thread wrapped up soon. ^^

Bangle knew the larger man wouldn't comment on the joke the coywolf had made, but he had to say it anyways. The traveler didn't need to tell anyone that what he spoke was the truth, joke or not. Truthfully, he left a string of broken hearts behind him, one after the other. Bangle never thought much of it, and never cared to, but for just a split second he wondered how much longer he could pull that off for.

His thoughts were shaken from him by the present, as Shaw instructed him where to hammer the nail and did as he was told. The coywolf and the larger male did this until nearly the entire right wall was patched up. Bangle found his tongue lolling out of his mouth, feeling exhausted but accomplished. He managed a grin in Shawchert's direction, who looked as equally as tired, following him back around to the porch at the front of the house for a rest. He chuckled into the cool air at Shaw's words. "Yer big enough fer three wolves, I think. I hardly make one!" A laugh erupted from his muzzle, making fun of his own height. It was the truth, though, Bangle would have never accomplished such a large task, by himself, in a short time. Especially not when winter was fast approaching.

As the coywolf sat down on the highest porch step, he turned towards Shaw, letting his back rest against a wooden support beam. Comfortably, he drew his left leg up and dangled the right onto the lower step, letting one arm drape over the drawn up leg and the other pushing his frame from the right. One large ear turned in Shawchert's direction at the mention of music, and Bangle withdrew his panting tongue, only to be replaced with a large, toothy grin. "Now yer talkin', friend!" He barked happily as he leaned over to retrieve his lute, which was carefully placed under a pile of leather on the porch.

When Bangle settled again, the lute was up against his chest, having recently been painted the pack's colors, purple and yellow gold. As his left hand gripped the small neck of the instrument, Bangle displayed the fresh new colors of his lute, one of his first (and more normal) crafts put together, to the captain. Though it didn't take long for his hand, as tired and achy as they were, to hover over the lute's slightly worn strings. For a moment the male listened to Shaw's upbeat tune that he played on his flute, and grinned happily. Upbeat sounded like just they thing they needed, as Bangle began to tap his foot along with the beat and following suit to Shaw's made up tune.

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