The dust was everywhere in Temo's shop. It had been a month of neglect that had let it grow thick on everything. It covered the tools that used to be painstakingly cleaned, sharpened and oiled regularly. The dust covered the lathe that had once been the attention of the dark wolf that built it. The dust was even on the half carved item that was still in the lathe as it waited to be remembered and finished. If someone happened to enter the shop, they would think that it had been abandoned until they noticed the footprints in the dust that had settled on the floor.
There was a stirring in the back room where the majority of the footprints led to and from when a call floated through the air and into Temo's ears. His head slowly turned to the door as he listened to the voice and what was said. He thought that it was odd because it sounded like Honrin calling a family meeting. Temo decided that he had heard it wrong with his addled and depression filled head.
But he decided that he should at least check it out and rose up from the chair he was sat in and shuffled out of his shop. It was a slow and painful trek across the compound for his thin body. With his dark fur dull and ribs showing, Temo joined the others that had gathered. His dark eyes no longer shone with the energy of life as he wondered what was going on.
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