Hadley had been very surprised to run across Isa. After their time together he had retreated further away from the pack, deciding to try and get some distance between him and everyone else. After all, he had left the pack so he could clear his head and be able to think, not so that he would end up pining for it and returning. Even though he had done exactly that, quickly turning around and leaving again. The small wooden pieces rested in his hands as he sat, working on carving for each member. For Sebastian he carved a dancing flame, flickering and as lively as he was. His master, no the one who had lifted him, his rescuer. Hadley loved Sebastian for all he'd done for the hybrid, even if he had done some things that Hadley still felt uncomfortable thinking about with him.
The leaders, Anann and Jazper, were easy to carve for as well. Anann received a pair of crossed daggers, Jazper the yellow marking he wore around his eye. It wasn't a highly detailed carving, his skills still just developing, but he hoped it would be liked. Wayne, the frightening cowboy, was given a carving with shaking hands, still seeing the one that died under the dog's jaws. It was just the cowboys' hat, but hopefully it would be enough. Special care was put into the one for Cadmeia, the little fox kit he had taken as his daughter. It was silly, trying to raise her as a proper fox when he didn't know anything about them. A simple carving of a home was what he gave her, a promise that she'd always have one.
Regner and Adelle he gave matching carvings, smiling to himself at the memory of the boisterous encounter, a simple plate with a raised V on it, like the masks they both wore. Hopefully they'd like it. This lead him to the last two carvings, the hardest ones for him. Isa and Selene. Two females that he cared for with all his heart. Even if Selene had decided to become an heiress, the idea sending ice through his veins. He didn't know what to carve for them. Fingering the two pieces of wood he looked up, watching a beautiful visage rise out of the water he'd been sitting by. A hand reached out, seeming to beckon him, before tears came out, and he recognized Selene. Automatically he rose up, coming to wrap her in his arms. It's okay, it's fine. You're safe. Meaningless words, but he didn't want to see her cry.
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