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The leaves were changing colors and drifting to the earth, their golden surfaces shimmering against the azure sky. Hemming crunched through them as he walked, his own eyes close to the colors of the falling leaves. At this point, the wolf was more skeleton than flesh, with some of the whale bones he had found at the beach slung over his shoulder, some around his neck, and some in his hands. They had been stacked inside and outside his cave since he had dug them up, and finally the wolf was getting around to doing what he had planned to do with them: build a shelf.
There was far too much stuff in Hemming's cave, or rather, it was all far too unorganized. He had a bag of knitting needles and wool, from his adventure with Ember, a stack of books, a whole bunch of his own fur that he had pulled out and had not yet spun, and various gizmos that probably served no purpose at all. They would all fit in the cave rather comfortably if they could be stacked vertically, and that was the purpose of this shelf. The skeleton of the shelf would be made out of the whale bones, and then the wolf would run fabric across that to make the actual surfaces of the shelves. On top of his head and beneath Dagrun's little claws there were folds of beige fabric, a needle pinned into it, and a barrel of thread. The wolf was prepared for a very productive day.
As he often did, Hemming settled down in a particularly nice patch of grass, this time beneath a tree that was slowly shedding its leaves. The bones were placed on the ground as carefully as possible and Dagrun moved her feet so Hemming could get the fabric, which was also placed on the ground. There was a rock clutched in one of Hemming's hands, and he plopped that on top of his little pile. Finally, he was ready to get started with his project.
He hummed as he laid out the bones the way he envisioned them going into the shelf, the slightly curved ones forming the back of the shelf, and a few straighter ones sticking out from those that he could attatch the fabric to and make into shelves. Once he was satisfied with his plan, the wolf started to carve out little holes in the bone with his rock, more sanding it than actually cutting it. It would be a fair amount of work, but it was pleasant work, and the male continued to hum as he did it.
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