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The sounds of nature falling to rest around them was calming. It was the signal that day had come and pasted. Soon it would be time for the busy Issum to turn himself in. Perhaps he could find time to do something that would calm him as easily as the forest around them was affected by dusk. He was a crafter too, not of pretty knickknacks but weapons and things of the like. He was currently crafting some bows in his little bits of free time. It was an entertaining hobby and he could respect the mind and skill of a tinkerer. He looked out on the different scraps with a similar interest as he had given to the creator himself. Not all were magnificent and not a single one besides the knife looked to have a specific use but he didn’t have the skill of a Mareck either. To judge based on his knowledge alone wouldn’t do. So he took reference of these things, Valtiere’s personality, and the skill of the nomads he already knew before making his decision.
A few minutes were taken while Jaden shifted into his bipedal form. His thoughts were that art or trinkets designed by dexterous hands would be more appreciated by the same handling. It was rather quick due to his extreme amount of practice and he was sitting before the other in a new body in no time at all. He reached down and felt the copper wire. It was cold, smooth, and shown dully against his black fur in the setting sun. We have few true craftsmen on our lands, he sighed after a moment of thought on how to word it. He pulled himself up and sat looking to other acceptingly, most of us are warriors in training or linguists. Your skills will undoubtedly be valuable, He then pulled himself up and gently brushed the woodland derby from his legs, but there are many expectations that go along with being a nomad of Sangi’lak. You will be representing a family. Are you prepared to give forth the proper dedication to strengthen yourself and your new pack? The Issum could see a certain glint in this wolf’s eyes, that desire to be part of something he recognized from his own time as a wanderer. No doubt he did have it in him but things like this needed to be etched in stone, so to speak. They were the formalities of induction which need be followed. The darker male offered Valtiere a hand to pull him up and with the faith that he had what took to be a nomad even before his question was answered.
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