Sped through the moving the log bit, lemme know if I should change anything!
Hemming did not think that the pack he had been born into was particularly interesting. It was one of the reasons he had become bored and, gradually, drifted into the wilderness. If they had traditions they did not perform them or even mention them. The sense of family within the group, unlike in AniWaya, was practically nonexistant. It was a starting place, but not somewhere to spend one's life. Sometimes, the male wondered what they were up to, and if they thought about him once in a while. It seemed unlikely that as they went about their everyday life they took a moment to think of their past. They had forgotten their European origins and traditions, and who was Hemming to think that he was more important than that? A wolf with wanderlust was probably not all too uncommon, either, and the pack had probably lost many drifters in its time.
AniWaya, by contrast, was swarming with traditions and culture. It offered a social kind of stimulation that Hemming had never had, a way to spend life that was exciting and meaningful. Though he was learning something about the tribe every day, and he did his best to immerse himself in it, the wolf felt as if he was standing in a tide pool while the ocean roared just a few meters away. He had a lot to learn, but he would enjoy the process and take his time. The nature of the tribe allowed itself to be revealed gradually, and without too much effort. Hemming was slipping into it without even knowing it.
The idea of Dawali sharing his knowledge was a positively thrilling prospect, and Hemming widened his eyes as if to emphasize his point, "I would love that!"
Moving to the end of the log, Hemming bent his knees to grip the end. He looked up as his friend spoke, nodded and replied, "K!" As the grey wolf bent his knees a little more to clutch the log more securely, he began to shuffle his end of the log towards the hole. Occasionally he would look up to Dawali to make sure everything was going smoothly on his end as well. The wolf was excited to get to the part of the construction they had needed to think about, and hoped dearly that the plan they had come up with would work. If not, they were clever wolves and they could come up with something else. Hemming was confident that it would work, however, and didn't entertain thoughts of failure.
Once the log was positioned correctly, Hemming stood up, looking from the hole to the wood. He put the coil of rope he had slung across his body beside the log, since it wasn't at risk of being tangled anymore. They would have to set the horse up, unless Dawali had done that while he was over there, Hemming assumed, and everything would have to be in the right place and well orchestrated. At last the wolves had reached the moment they had been waiting for!