Hrafn had been part of Salsola a week now as well and though he spoke very little he had met, or had been introduced, to most of the community by now. He especially knew all of the slaves; learning their names as he often went to Borgata Coatl—as they called it—to gather supplies for the shop he hoped on gaining persmission to make.
He had accumulated quite the collection: an axe, the knife he already possessed, a crude hammer that would have to be remade, a rusted saw and some promising wood for a work bench. He would of course have to collect much and more wood for him to build his promised gift and any other useful items that the pack might require which meant cutting down trees. It was a request he had put off for some time after asking for so much already, thinking it best to make his gift first before asking Eris for anything more—she would perhaps even make him approach Sirius about this, whom he had only met once for a very short conversation since Hrafn was not talkative by nature.
Hrafn was making his way to the commons, having spent quite some time crouched and drawing plans for his design in the dirt where he kept his saw and growing supply of wood, stashed in a place that not even Sirius or Eris knew about. It was a gift after all and gifts were meant to be a surprise.
As always the tall hybrid—standing at an intimidating 7'4"—carried his bow and quiver with him, slung across his back and shoulder. He had also fashioned himself a crude rope belt, which held his axe, hammer and knife so he could easily make use of them. Turning the corner of part of the ruins he spotted a familiar face whom he had met a couple brief times in the past few days. Siv Helsi was only a couple inches shorter then the brown agouti Associate, her fur much darker and more uniform then his own and her eyes... he had been quite unsettled by them when he had first met her but now he had grown accustomed to them, his own ice blue gaze a normalcy compared to her purple hues.
He stood and watched her for a moment, looking at the pelt she stroked with one tall ear cocked forward, scratching at the white patch of fur upon his throat. He remembered that she had a daughter and he was glad that the young girl was not here for he felt very awkward around children, unsure how to act around them, especially around such a quiet one. "Siv," he said in way of hello, a smile lighting up his merle features handsomely as he moved in closer.