.Both hides were already prepared, the leather in her hands scraped and tanned before she’d even set out, the rabbit fur cleaned and dried. She stroked the white pelt, smiling warmly all the while. Not only would it be warm, it would be good for camouflage as well and would allow the hybrid to look almost as if she were wearing nothing at all. Not only that, but leather was durable and would survive many seasons, nor did it breath so no hint of chill would be able to reach the small hybrid’s back. It was perfect, the only thing now was sizing. The hide was big enough, but would have to be trimmed to be a proper cloak. Her brows furrowed as she pondered when or how she would get an opportunity to measure it. She wouldn’t tell the girl of her gift so early in its making, perhaps she’d drape it about her as she slept that night, and cut an outline. She’d have to be stealthy, but she was a wolf, such creatures lived on stealth. Could she do it? Of course.
Her silvery eyes turned to the dog and she watched her carefully as she sat, tensing in preparation to offer any help that might be required of her. When she smiled at Rhaego she felt her own head turn towards him, eyes flicking from the horse to Amy’s face and she felt a swell of pride for her prized stallion. No doubt the woman was admiring his musculature and unbroken spirit. He was perfection in her eyes, a beloved and valued friend and companion. He was a sturdy creature, a reddish brown in color with a white blaze and splotches of white here and there, but mostly on his right side. Her smile seemed to radiate warmth as she gazed from face to face, though her eyes were cold. Only by hue were they so, for her eyes had never known malice.
She seemed rather oblivious to the predator beneath the dog’s smiling façade, and hadn’t the slightest clue that this was the dog Wretch had mentioned, the one to give her so many cuts and bruises. It had been Kira herself who saw to her injuries. Her mood was content and light hearted, the embodiment of the phrase-’Ignorance is bliss.’ She was about to express her thanks for Amy’s compliment when her second set of words set in. “Sell it?” She asked, incredulous. She didn’t quite understand.
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