OOC here!
Dhiate struggled to turn strips of leather and small gems into something beautiful. It was as if the inanimate objects wanted to remain a useless lump of stuff. A scowl passed over the young wolf's face. Again and again he tried, and gradually they became more and more recognizable, but they were still ugly. Dhiate sighed. He was beginning to lose patience with himself.
A howl caught his attention, and he lifted his head. Glancing over, he watched his mistress return the call and set up the wagon. Swiftly, Dhiate gathered up a few light blue gems and a few of the lighter colored strands of leather. He didn't know why he followed, but he did. Perhaps there was something familiar in that voice. As he walked alongside the wagon, he worked on making another bracelet.
So entranced by the working of materials, Dhiate didn't notice the wagon had stopped until he found himself standing next to Amy. Glancing up, Dhiate's gray blue eyes met a pair of familiar bicolored ones. Standing in shock, he simply stared at his friend as Amy offered her wares. He gently laid the makeshift bracelet on the wagon seat and forgot his place. A broad grin split over his face, and he waved to the girl that towered over him. He glanced at Amy, almost forgetting to ask her permission to speak and to embrace. Almost.
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