How nice it was to have some very kind company. Hemming grinned (these muscles were a little tired after being used so constantly over the past few days), and nodded. Catherine added a compliment, and the male wolf looked down a little bashfully at his work. He wasn't really used to compliments, and wasn't always sure how to respond to them. Luckily he didn't have to. "Yeah, I am. I've been here for a couple weeks now. "
Hemming didn't know what a Gatlvska was, but when she continued to speak the male figured it was a specific role within the tribe. Had he been asked what he would like to be a month or so ago, he certainly wouldn't have chosen craftsman, but now that he was away from home and didn't have any of the furniture, tools or toys that he had made over the years, he felt he needed to build to fill that gap. Now that his skill for it and his enjoyment of it had been rediscovered, he certainly wouldn't mind doing it for everyone in the whole tribe. When he lived on his own, he had stopped merely because he didn't have any good use for the things he built anymore. Once Catherine had planted that idea in his mind, it started to look quite rosy.
He nodded as Catherine explained her own rank. "What kind of things do you do, as a scout?" Hemming had some guesses, but didn't want to voice them in case he was way off base. He assumed the role required a lot of concentration, and automatically wrote it off. The male would not be able to walk around the lands without getting completely distracted and not realizing he was neglecting his duties until the sun started to go down. He also wondered how many Waya Agateno would be a good number; she mentioned that she was the only one, but Hemming had no idea whether it was good to just have one or to have six. Hemming still had a lot to learn about his new tribe. |
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