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I am the slowest poke ever 
( Let me know if you want to close this thread, I'd totally understand
#411
The awkwardness as he looked around, and then finally settled on standing, did not dissipate. It was not lessened, either, by Claudius' belated response, and Dawali shifted his eyes around the room, smiling half-way and with some uncertainty, before the conversation took a new turn. For him, it was uncommon to feel this way. Always the Chief, always the authority, he was used to others feeling generally awkward in his presence, and lthough it sometimes did affect him as well, it rarely did in this way. Luckily, they were soon talking again, and the silence died.
The red wolf nodded, interested, as Claudius explained, glancing to the various materials that were here and there in the den. Dawali could do some very basic dying himself, although he was not able to create very good dyes. He did try to dye the materials he used for blankets, but it rarely lasted very long, and it was hard to maintain as he'd almost have to unravel the whole construction in order to re-dye the parts again, before weaving it together. Needless to say, Dawali had never done that. His carpets were best unused, ironically. "Obviously." he stated to Claudius' last sentence, agreeing and nodding. "Perhaps the other craftsmen can help you with creating some bowls and whatnot?" He thought about the human cities, which undoubtedly held secrets and materials (if not unbroken bowls!) Claudius could use, but he would rather bite his tongue than to advise any wolf to travel into a human city. There were spirits there that never rested, he had felt them.
Hesitation entered him again. It certainly seemed a better idea to go outside, and perhaps Claudius did not want him standing around in his home, either. He realized now that he was so used to everyone inviting him in to their homes with a smile, that he didn't know if they invited him simply because he - in a sense - had claim to enter the tribesmembers' homes. He did not really think he did have any right to see their homes, but members could feel obligated, perhaps. Nodding, Dawali re-positioned his crutches under his arms and started towards the entrance. Of all the things he wished to be to the Aston litter, an intruder was not one of them. "That sounds like a good idea. The weather is not bad, either." he smiled, as if to add some kind of an argument to back up his decision.