He nearly fumbled the rope that was thrown his way by Saul, his attention had been fixed on his cousin until the sound of hoofbeats reached his ears and he had begun to turn as the rope was thrown. He managed to grab it at the last minute, shooting his cousin a look, one eyebrow slightly raised, almost asking if the grey male had done that on purpose. He knew Saul wouldn't have done so, it was probably just bad timing. Shrugging it off he grasped the rope in his calloused handpaws, the fibres rough against the hardened pads. Ciaran had neatly skipped out of the way of potential danger, judging the rope to be one such danger. He didn't like the way it had coiled through the air, as if it were alive. The dark tabby settled at safe distance, his fluffy hindquarters firmly planted on the sand of the shore, his tail lightly flicking, stirring the sand as it moved. Nier raised his eyebrow at the cat too, knowing that he'd have to help groom the sand out of the inordinately long fur later.
He became distracted though, as the new male hove into view, his strange mount causing nier's eyes to widen. He had never seen a beast so majestic as the elk. He wanted to drop the rope and go over to talk to the animal, but he noticed the elks body language, that pf a nervous or uncomfortable being. He would stay away from the animal, observing and admiring from a distance so as not to spook the creature. He took one paw from the rope and offered it to the approaching male, noticing the earthy brown fur and the pale yellow eyes. He smiled at the male, natural charm and amiability oozing from him. I'm Niernan Stormbringer, pleasure to meet you friend. He said, his Irish accent jovial, genuine happiness to meet the new male inflected in the words. The quoll pup curled around his neck propped himself up with his front paws and strained to sniff at the new male, intrigued by the new scent that the wolf brought. Nier's tongue flicked out, lightning fast, to lick at the quoll's face, Don't be rude Cab. He said.
After greeting the newcomer he settled back into work, listening to the other males words with interest. This boat would be a nicely big project, if they had to take off one entire side of the hull, he assumed that the hull was the bottom of the boat. They would need long planks to to make the boat seaworthy again. He spared a glance over at the wood they had all brought, thinking about whether the planks were long enough. If not they could fashion new planks from the fallen trees that the hurricane winds had felled. He pushed the thoughts of the wood to the back of his mind, looking to his cousin for direction on how they were going to flip this boat, giving the rope a few experimental tugs, feeling the husk move slightly under his strength. Are we ready then? He asked, a smile on his lips and a laugh in his voice, excited for the work ahead.
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