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The skies were blissfully clear, and a touch of warmth gave the rolling hills a preview of the summer to come as the afternoon began its decline into evening. As per tradition, when Ehno found himself with a mission to accomplish and the slightest bit of wanderlust tingling in his bones, he made his way past the Dreamer boundaries and into the forests and hills beyond. He made his way east, knowing he would eventually have to shift his path north to avoid the boundaries of the Miracles pack. But that was still a ways off, so the Marino allowed his feet to carry him aimlessly through the somewhat-familiar green fields. A clustering of trees in the distance notified him that he was travelling on the usual path he took while heading east.
He approached the lightly forested area, eyeing one of the trees on the outskirts. It was an old one, with bountiful branches reaching for the clear skies. One of the branches, however, was directed in the opposite direction, nature having nearly pulled it from the base. Ehno stopped alongside it, amber eyes examining the broken branch. It was nearly torn from the tree, but as he learned from pushing against it, it wasn’t quite ready to simply fall off just yet. It was a thick branch, sturdy and still fresh, making it perfect material for his preferred smaller projects. He may as well seize the opportunity to gather materials while it was presented to him.
One hand reached into the worn out pack strapped across one shoulder, pulling out a bundle wrapped in old, gray cloth. Ehno unwrapped it, revealing one of the larger blades he had collected through the years he’d been in Nova Scotia. It was on the small side for this task, considering he usually preferred the refurbished hand-axe for this, but it would get the job done. He would have to make do with what he had, since he hadn’t been expecting to be gathering wood like this today. His free hand grasped the branch and pushed it against the grain, while the other began to put the blade to use in removing it from the tree.