For a week now Hrafn had been working on his gift to Eris after having been able to collect the appropriate tools and a chest—which doubled as a work bench for now. He had set everything up in a small clearing amongst the overgrowth of Borgata Colotl, away from the more populated areas of the ruins to better keep his gift a secret. He worked away at it now, carving it expertly with his freshly sharpened knife, ears flattened and tongue pressed up against a canine in concentration. He held quite a long piece of wood, holding it so that the back of his left hand faced up and the shaping wood was horizontal and at an angle to his knees, right hand running the knife along the wood away from his body.
The muscles in his arms tensed as he shaped the wood rhythmically, feeling out the curves with his thumb every once in a while and holding the long piece of wood up to his eye, trying to balance it perfectly for its precision would be incredibly important. Hrafn was near complete his project—all that would be left for him to do soon would be to sand and polish the wood and then find the perfect substance so he could stain the wood to match the color of Eris' fur. Finding the substance to stain the wood would perhaps be the hardest part and Hrafn would have to be careful where he asked around for where he might find something like it, in case Eris overheard or was told. Placing the gift down across the chest and rolling his stiff shoulders he stood, muscles sore from being positioned in the same place for so long and working at the same arduous motions. With a sharp roll of his shoulders his back cracked and Hrafn's posture relaxed in relief, an ear flicking sideways as he thought of what he might do next.
It came to him quite quickly as most things did and he made his way toward his growing stockpile of wood, selecting a long sturdy piece that he would use to begin constructing the frame of Siv's bed. Moving over to the chest he placed Eris' gift to the side, resting it gently onto a ragged piece of cloth, before hefting the larger piece of wood to balance on the chest, using one of his hands to support it as he picked up his nearby saw and then got to work, cutting the first side of the frame to use it as a guide for the others, the muscles on his brown agouti shoulders flexing with each practiced motion of the partially rusting saw.
A noise startled a group of birds into flight, and Hrafn—afraid that someone might be stumbling across the clearing who might spot his gift for Eris—turned his attention away from his work, arm still in motion with the saw coming back toward him... and even further back until it bit into flesh. Hrafn clenched his teeth until his jaw was sore and dropped his saw as blood began to gush from his upper right thigh, a gash that went almost all the way to bone now nestled between his tawny fur.
He hissed out a breath as the pain finally started to hit him full force and placed pressure down on the wound with both hands to gradually stem the bleeding. Panic was beginning to set in as he wasn't sure what to do until he finally reached out for the ragged cloth beneath the gift to fold and hurriedly wrap tightly around his wound. Cringing he turned and slid down against the chest, head resting back against the wood atop it and icy blue eyes closing as he tried to ignore the pain as best he could. Sleep came.