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Smooth, almost like silk he thought, his fingers carefully running over the length of golden thread. The thin strands were intertwining well, fraying a little on each end. It was common that thread of gold, silver and glitter would fray easily over time, but the ball of soft gold he had come across seemed of a decent quality. Reaching out without looking, he grasped the ball of black yarn that was sat upon his small work space. Holding the end of each, he twisted the two colours around each other; the two strong colours complementing each other in a unique way.
His tongue gently rolled in his mouth, lightly brushing against his teeth; such was a habit of his, one he did when he was concentrating on his work. So consumed with patterns, plans and ideas he was oblivious to his own surroundings; a form of weakness, for he was a warrior. He should be constantly alert, constantly ready for battle. Yet, the peace he found when doing his craft.. he would never give it up.
Scattered across the rocky desk were beads of different shapes, sizes and colours. Again and again, he’d pick one up, bring it to the strings then place it down. None of the ones he had on him seemed to work with the two strong colours he had chosen. I need to get some new materials…
A light frown formed, showing his frustration upon his face. It was very rare that he hit such a wall when it came to his craft. Leaning back slightly, careful not to fall from his stool, he stretched out his arms above his head; the muscles stretching out until he head one of his joints click; the sound brought a lazy, satisfied grin to his lips and he lowered down his arms.
It was then he noticed the glimmer of gold out of the corner of his eye. Under different circumstances, he may have attacked, gone to kill first and ask later; but here he was unarmed and he doubted a threat would get so deep into the pack home, which indicated that the female in his doorway posed no immediate threat.
With a smooth movement, he turned his body around on the stool to face her slightly, his dark head titling to the side; long strands of dark hair fell shifted, falling here and there. Blue eyes peered out at her, taking in every detail, assessing her, calculating, taking everything into consideration as quickly as he could.
For all he knew, the female could have been stood there for hours; so consumed in his work that he hadn’t even noticed her presence. He wanted to growl at her, tell he she should have knocked or made her presence known, but for all he knew she may have and he’d simply not heard. The swaying of his tail, that hung free from the stool slowed, his muscles tensing slightly. In a silent question, he raised an eyebrow at her.
“Yes?”