441 words. This one wraps it up, then! <3
Music seemed to bring the two males together that day, and made up for all the labor that they poured into the house. Sitting there on the front porch, music drifting into their hearts and souls, and transferring this love through their fingers made everything worth it. Pitches rose and fell, beats became as steady and upbeat as their own hearts, and for just a few moments the two figures on the porch became one with the melody. Bangle opened his eyes as the tune stopped, not having realized he closed them, and felt a calm wash over him as the larger male beside him stood up.
Then reality swept through him, making the coywolf's vision unclouded. He said nothing as he placed the lute carefully back on the porch, his feet reluctant as Bangle picked himself up again. His black tipped tail waved behind him as he saw the work that was done on the side wall, and was even more curious to what the roof looked like. The traveler obliged by climbing a few steps of the ladder after Shawchert, handing him the tools and wooden pieces he needed to patch up the roof. The coywolf didn't care if his house wasn't aesthetically pleasing, the same thoughts could be said for the attire he had on and the crafts he sold. He didn't much care what others thought of him, so long as he could convince others - only so he could get what he wanted and be on his way.
But this was something bigger, something Bangle didn't have to pick up and take with him. It was different, to say the least ... almost permanent, though the coywolf had no intentions of staying in Cercatori past the springtime. As Shawchert descended the creaking ladder, both wolves walked back to the front of the house, observing the handiwork. Bangle merely shook his head at the larger male's question, admiring, for the first time, a home that he did not have to carry with him. It was strange, but a welcome change indeed.
The coywolf turned and shook Shaw's hand firmly, though he shook more than was necessary out of pure excitement. He couldn't help as a small chuckle burst from his long muzzle, nearly running and jumping up to the front porch, as if seeing it for the first time. Bangle opened the door and let it hang open, still standing at the doorway as he turned and looked at the other male, nodding his farewell.
"Yer a good friend, Shawchert," he said finally, giving a big toothy grin to the captain before stepping inside, entering his home.
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