[/html]There had been word about the pack’s project, and Alder had volunteered in a way that fit his role among the Courtiers. Time had passed and the Marshal had often rode by the structure with curiosity. When the call came up he first wondered if it was his turn to going the group and begin working. After a moment he decided it was worth checking out. The masked male moved quickly to gather the supplies that he thought would be needed and went to Hawthorn.
Living in a central location of the pack lands it did not take the pair long to arrive at the construction site. There was a good group gathered, members that Alder had not met. Had he been introverted? He figured it was likely the case. After hearing about his mother’s plight Alder’s mind was less focused then usual.
A meek soft smile came from the tall Marshal and he gave a nod of greeting to the other canines. I’m Alder. Standing beside the dark stallion, he waited for instructions. On the back of the horse lay thick ropes that they could use to pull logs together for seating. The male was neither a contractor, nor a woodworker and did not know where to start with such an endeavor.
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