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Ithiel is by me!

The dusky-furred coyote was within his abode, the small cave he had claimed for himself in the Grimwell Caverns. Ithiel would not have been averse to living in a human building, but he had settled here and saw no reason to move his dwelling as of yet. Truth be told, he liked the quiet around the caverns. Many members seemed nomadic or had taken up residence elsewhere, leaving him with few neighbors to speak of. This was pleasing to Zedekiah, as well; the big bird hunched in the entrance to Ithiel's cave, occasionally hopping to the earth or taking a short flight to the outsides of the cave. Ithiel, for his part, worked on his arrows. There was a great supply of them already -- there was wood aplenty in Inferni, especially to the east of the mansion.

His quiver, filled to the brim, and his leather gear were both neatly stashed on a relatively flat outcropping of rock. Ithiel worked on the sticks, straightening them and whittling away the knotted and knobby points. A pile of feathers sat nearby, both from Zedekiah and other birds he'd brought down. It was rare the big vulture dropped a feather intact enough to use for arrow-making, but there were a few long black ones within. They were Ithiel's preferred feather, truth be told -- he would not sacrifice the big bird's flying abilities for his arrows, however. There were enough hawks and geese to serve his purposes, evidenced by the array of differently-colored and sized feathers in his little pile.

He had been working for some time when he stood and stretched rather abruptly, setting down his work and moving to the entrance of his cave. He leaned against the entrance, crossing his arms over his chest. Zedekiah was opposite to him, perched on his preferred rock. The vulture did not engage in conversation and Ithiel had long since ceased trying to make any with him. Instead, the coyote simply looked up to the darkening sky, all lavender and periwinkle with the coming of dusk. If he wished to continue working, he must soon build a fire.

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