Hemming watched with interest as Dawali knotted all the ropes, trying to keep track of where all the different strands went but ultimately unable to. The gray wolf could envision these things in his mind but would have taken a very long time to actually get all the ropes and such set up, and the ease with which the feathered wolf managed to get the system together was impressive. The male had some practicing to do, and he looked forwards to learning from his Kalona even the basics of this knotwork. It was a remarkably useful skill, especially when it was necessary to hoist logs up and have them work in particular ways. With no knots the task would be extraordinarily difficult, and with bad, improvised knots it would be dangerous.
The male grinned at Dawali's next statement and nodded excitedly, chirping out, "This is thrilling!" Finally their method would be put to the test, and Hemming had high hopes for its efficacy. He stepped towards the hole and nudged the log a bit so it lined up a bit better before drawing back, clutching his piece of rope in his hands. As Dawali signalled to Belle and she started to move forward, doing her job with more skill and obedience than the male would have imagined possible, Hemming watched the log carefully. It seemed to be slipping into the hole just as he had hoped it would, and though it was not completely vertical yet everything seemed to be going smoothly. Holding his rope from a distance to help stabilize the log as it was being raised, Hemming cast an exuberant glance to his fellow worker.