Impatience conquered over excitement as Evelyn’s fingers drummed rhythmically over the hard surface of the counter, counting the numerous seconds that passed over so slowly. Everything was ready; her belt was fitted with various tools, as well as her bag that carried even more, given the need for them. It has been only a few days ago since the group had planned to meet up, but it felt like months to the anxious hybrid; never before has she even attempted to make something this big, and something this important. Though this project was new territory for her, making a way of transportation, something she has never thought of creating before, it made her eager to test her ability, and to learn from the experience to better her craftsmanship. Going over this thought for probably the hundredth time that morning, the girl became more enthusiastic, and had to remind herself to remain in her seat until Bangle called for them.
Evelyn had gotten up early that day, her body too geared up to rest any longer when dawn finally came around. She had eaten a small meal she caught the day before to kill time, even tried to work on the chair she was repairing to take her mind off of the wait. But the wolfdog felt little interest in either, and started slouching over the counter in the main room of her house. The former store was soon coming out of its state of abandonment, and though it was still in a bad shape, the area where goods were once sold had been cleaned, and the shelves on the walls were slowly starting to bear things that Evelyn made herself. The girl felt proud of her work so far, but she was too distracted at the moment to mind that.
Almost as if the angels came down from heaven to call to her, her heart jumped, from sudden surprise and relief that it was finally time, she heard a howl that was near the town, just outside of its range. Though she wanted to rush to where she heard the call, she forced herself to simply leave her house calmly and start down the old street, though her hands shook with thrill. It seemed that she was more hyped up for this than she thought; when Evelyn entered the scene, only a coywolf and a horse were there, the two others yet to come, but sure on their way. “Greetings, Bangle,” she called to the man, her muzzle breaking into a grin out of pure happiness, her heart fluttering. Building was what made her soul; take away the ability to create things out of nothing, you took away the girl’s life.
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