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[Bangle Guffawri]

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Hai! :3 Hope you don't mind my jumping into this and saying hello. I can't accept members, but welcome! And don't mind silly Bangle xD. +5 -------------------------------------------------------- It had been over a month, now, since the coywolf discovered that his Skye was pregnant. The news, when it hit his large ears, nearly knocked him off of his own two feet. Since the news, the former gypsy couldn't help but take a journey, metaphorically speaking, through his past, and all the events that led up to now. It made the coywolf nervous, especially after the cougar incident, to be around pups. He hadn't much experience with them, and he wasn't befitting for a pupsitter, but Bangle had heard somewhere that any inexperienced father, the moment he sees his pups, instantly knows how to be fatherly. Had someone asked the traveling coywolf a year or so ago if he would settle down and have little runts of his own, Bangle would have laughed his trademark guffaw and waved the question off as a ridiculous one. Now - now he was going to become a father. Which meant even more mouths to feed. Trading goods became rather hard for the merchant as of recently. The past moon felt like a whirlwind, not only with his life and his soon-to-be family, but of the entire pack. When he was needed the most, here in the lands, Bangle felt the need to travel farther out to gather stock and help Skye and the future pups out anyway he could. It was another one of those days, where the coywolf found himself ambling the borders of Cercatori for things to craft and put together; not for potential customers, but for his growing numbers. Brushing past foliage, bat-like ears twitched at the sounds of a greeting call nearby, and the male's natural curiosity made him forget about his current duties, and walked instead towards the call. The craftsman emerged with objects jingling and clinking from his tool belt, a wide grin spread upon his face as bright orange eyes settled on the strangers. "'Elo there, friends!" Bangle barked in a friendly manner, as his inquisitive self walked up to the pair, standing but feet away from them. Years of walking up to random strangers made him used to this kind of thing, only this type of sale was towards an entire pack instead of an object. Bangle stuck his hand out in greeting the adult wolf. "Name's Bangle. Are ya lookin' for someone? Or perhaps.. somethin'?" Eyes traveled from the man down to the pup, leaning forward with curiosity. The coywolf's eyes softened, then, in remembering his own pregnant mate. "What's the lil' feller's name?" He implied towards the larger male, spitting out a multitude of questions and jumping from one subject to another. The craftsman crouched down to the pup's level, unlatching a hand-made object from his belt and holding it out for the four-legged pup to see. It was a small wooden gourd, laced with strings of small beads around the shapely middle. As the coywolf gave it a shake, it rattled, something of a small instrument. "You liiiike?" He asked the young pup, eyebrows wiggling. Standing, Bangle thrust the object forward towards the white wolf's hands. "'Ere, for th' lil' feller t'have."

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