06-09-2012, 11:54 AM
Claudius was leading this group. His tail wagged happily at seeing the wolf that had helped him start carving. It had been a clumsy task, making a wooden bowl together. Hadley had ended up almost breaking the bowl, but with luck they had been able to repair it, thanks to the white wolf figuring out how to make glue from some sap and fat. He listened to the request carefully, nodding his head at the words. As he had his own stutter at time, it was no difficulty for him to piece together what was being said, even though he had come far from that shy withdrawn male that had first come to Aniwaya.
The scarred hybrid looked over at the delicate white female volunteering for the writing. It was a relief for him to see that, as he couldn't actually read or write at all. The pups she was holding were rather sweet looking as well. Would that be what his children would look like, tiny bundles cradled in Isa's arms? The image almost made him smile, only stopped by the fact that he didn't feel like he loved her, something that he would always have to pay for. Stepping over to where the tools were laid out Hadley silently began to run his hands over it. The harness he was examining seemed in fine condition, if the leather was more chapped than was trustworthy. He silently indicated for it to be written down by the white female, moving over to a shovel.
That was a tool he could understand! His tail wagged behind him as he worked through the pile, the tools that he was used to gaining more care from him, more carefully recorded for scratches and rough patches in the wood, than the ones that he was unfamiliar with, only able to denote large faults that anyone would be able to spot.
The scarred hybrid looked over at the delicate white female volunteering for the writing. It was a relief for him to see that, as he couldn't actually read or write at all. The pups she was holding were rather sweet looking as well. Would that be what his children would look like, tiny bundles cradled in Isa's arms? The image almost made him smile, only stopped by the fact that he didn't feel like he loved her, something that he would always have to pay for. Stepping over to where the tools were laid out Hadley silently began to run his hands over it. The harness he was examining seemed in fine condition, if the leather was more chapped than was trustworthy. He silently indicated for it to be written down by the white female, moving over to a shovel.
That was a tool he could understand! His tail wagged behind him as he worked through the pile, the tools that he was used to gaining more care from him, more carefully recorded for scratches and rough patches in the wood, than the ones that he was unfamiliar with, only able to denote large faults that anyone would be able to spot.