Ithiel is by me!
He stood, clutching a pair of intricately carved wooden bangles, his dark-tinted muzzle pointed downward toward them. He inhaled a breath and looked up, toward the exit of his cave. Zedekiah hunkered near the entrance and murmured toward Ithiel as he stood. The coyote headed out of his cave, still clutching both bangles in his hand, and headed toward Alma's cave.
He had only visited once, but he passed by frequently enough -- he knew where it was. Still, the dust-colored hybrid took his time, striding slowly toward his clanmate's residence. He was nervous, and he disliked nervousness -- it was not a thing he was accustomed to. He did not grow anxious before a battle; why should he be nervous in delivering a gift to a friend?
Unskilled as he was in the ways of social interaction, Ithiel was not so foolish as to misunderstand his own feelings. Alma could be more than a friend to him, he had realized, though he did not even know just how much a coyote she was. It mattered, despite the many times he'd told himself otherwise. The dark hybrid saw the mouth of Alma's dwelling up ahead and almost stopped advancing altogether for a moment.
A glance down to his hand convinced him otherwise, and he continued on until he was just outside the entrance, lingering there like an awkward... well, lingerer. He cleared his throat, red eyes staring into the darkness. Alma?
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