04-18-2012, 01:09 PM
He had taken his tools to the commons to work. He had thought about heading to the workshop, but wasn't interested in being chummy with too many other packmates. Still, anyone was better than his morose ruminations about his mates pregnancy. She wasn't showing yet, but he couldn't help but to muse on the lives growing inside her womb. To clarify, yes, he was excited and proud to have fathered a litter with his mate. He was just scared... No, not scared. He wouldnt admit to a weak emotion like fear.
The rustic hued male was anxious. That was a less weak word, and closer to how he felt. He was anxious to see the pups, to be certain they were not shadow wolves, that the evil beings he fought wouldn't taint his family. He deftly shaved a sliver off the wooden peg, making it smaller for a better join in the simple table he was working on. He hadn't found a good top for the table, but he had found four same length pieces of oak to use as legs, after a little bit of work.
He ran a small piece of sand paper, gleaned from halifax, over the peg, smoothing it out. He didn't feel any guilt over choosing the path of a craftsman over the path of a warrior. Not that he wouldn't keep up on his self imposed training, but the act of creating something from nothing was soothing. He didn't realize it, but he was humming softly as he worked.
The rustic hued male was anxious. That was a less weak word, and closer to how he felt. He was anxious to see the pups, to be certain they were not shadow wolves, that the evil beings he fought wouldn't taint his family. He deftly shaved a sliver off the wooden peg, making it smaller for a better join in the simple table he was working on. He hadn't found a good top for the table, but he had found four same length pieces of oak to use as legs, after a little bit of work.
He ran a small piece of sand paper, gleaned from halifax, over the peg, smoothing it out. He didn't feel any guilt over choosing the path of a craftsman over the path of a warrior. Not that he wouldn't keep up on his self imposed training, but the act of creating something from nothing was soothing. He didn't realize it, but he was humming softly as he worked.