OOC: *sigh* writer's block is horrible
"That is good," Maldrid thought it good to have good relations with former pack members. The only question that he had now would be why the other wolf had left Crimson Dreams in the first place. This question would have to remain unanswered as Maldrid thought it rude to ask such a thing at this point in time with a wolf that he didn't know very much of.
Maldrid looked at the pliers the other wolf handed him. This was the right tool for what he needed to do. He'd use this tool to pull the entrails of a small animal, such as a rabbit, lengthwise so that way they could dry and be used as strings along his lute. "Yes that is the tool I need, thank you. And yes, I like to play music. It has kept me going in the more difficult years of my life."
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