Don't be a Chicken

Dixie-May Jackson · 04-26-2012, 04:07 PM

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forward dated a few days...maybe like the 29th? whoever joins, should be strong i think, and possibly know something about building. if not, we can wing it. Tongue

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The rooster, such a cocky little bastard, had been making a lot of noise lately. His calling had been waking Dixie up almost every time she tried to sleep, and the young woman was getting rather irritated with the thing. Rolling from the bed she shared with Wayne, she tromped up the stairs and out of the court house, not once thinking about HOW she could even hear the thing down deep in the basement. Following the scent and sound of chickens, she found the two hens and large rooster out in the square…a lot closer than she’d thought they would be. Weren’t they supposed to be out near the barn?

Frowning, she stomped her feet and flapped her arms, growling deeply at the birds, which caused them to squawk and make all kinds of noise. How annoying! Turning away from them with a huff, she began walking towards the barn, where the construction was supposed to be going on. It was still early enough that almost all of her pack mates were probably asleep still. The fort was quiet and peaceful, a beautiful morning. To her complete surprise, there wasn’t a coop anywhere in sight…nowhere for the chickens to nest or find shelter. How had they bypassed that when the birds were brought into the pack!?

Memories of the chicken coops from her parent’s home back in Texas flooded through her mind. They had been quite large…housing at least fifteen chickens in both, way more than Casa had or would have, she believed. So, if stable wood could be found, as well as nails and tools needed to build…she could easily construct a small coop for the chickens to live in and lay in. Dixie didn’t want to take any supplies from the fort, as everything that was there was really needed. However, there were plenty of places outside of the fort that had many buildings and such that could be taken apart for the scrapping of supplies…perhaps she’d make a run out to find some of the stuff, and in turn, bring back more things for the other building projects.

Whistling softly, Dixie called to her horses, grinning happily when Duke, Gypsy, Fern and Bark all came trotting up. Her small hands reached up and stroked over Gypsy’s face, the beautiful paint mare was pregnant and in no shape to be traveling and doing laboring work. Not this time, honey…maybe you can help out after the baby is born. The mare snorted and bobbed her head a bit before turning and trotting off, as if she understood every word. Chuckling, she began walking over to where the wagon lay in wait for use. If she was going to be collecting wood, she’d need some way to carry it across a few miles of land, and there was no way to actually strap it to the horse’s back. Fern was tethered to the wagon within a few minutes, and Dixie steered her back to the courthouse.

Hopping down from the wagon, she darted into the large building and ran back to her room, slipping in quietly so as to not wake up her love. Without making much more than a few small scuffling noises, she put her hat on, strapped a knife to her thigh, slung some rope over her shoulder and grabbed a medium sized basket. A tiny kiss was swiped over Wayne’s nose before she slipped out and ran back outside, tossing the basket and rope into the back of the wagon. Fern was eager and jumped right into a soft trot towards the front gates of the fort, happy to be working and participating with her friends again.

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Hadley · 04-26-2012, 05:02 PM

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He was up early, having gone out to collect some supplies for the barn. Hadley knew that they probably wouldn't need it, but had ended up collection some anyways. If they didn't use it for the barn, they most certainly could use it for other projects. He didn't recover much, some wood from a house that would be pulled apart in the summer village and a couple other odd ends. Walking up he spotted Dixie, horse hitched up to the wagon. Where was she going? He looked over with curiosity, noting the chickens wandering around.

He didn't know much about animals beyond what he'd been taught to keep the animals healthy and beautiful before being traded off, but he was pretty sure letting them wander around every which way was a bad idea. Jogging up to the wagon Hadley glanced over to Dixie. It was hard for him to talk, but he finally managed to speak up. Are you getting something for the chickens? He hoped she didn't mind the question. Glancing down at the couple boards he had Hadley dropped them down.

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Dixie-May Jackson · 04-26-2012, 05:57 PM

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yaaaay! hadley <3

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The soft sound of approaching feet caught the girl’s attention as she was nearing the doors to the fort, ready to get out from the confines of the walls. Turning slightly, she saw Hadley walking a little closer, taking in the horse and wagon. Dixie smiled and waved at him in a friendly manner. The male was sweet and so fearful sometimes that she felt a need to be extra nice to him. The poor thing had been hurt so many times, from what she’d heard…he just needed friends and people to love him without trying to make him being anything that he wasn’t.

Pulling Fern to a stop, she turned and leaned over the side of the wagon, grinning at the multi colored man. Hey there, Hadley…how are you today? Her voice was soft and gentle, not wanting to frighten him or think that she was upset about anything. It was clear that he was pretty observant, taking in the fact that she was obviously going to work on something, and then adding up the chickens into the equation. Nodding her head slowly, she jerked her thumb back towards the barn. Yeah, they don’t got a place to live…so I thought I’d get on out to find some supplies, maybe build a little chicken coop beside the barn…

Another smile was tossed out towards the male and she got back into place on the bench seat, palming the reins. You wanna come with me? I was thinkin’ to go out to the docks. A lot of the structures are fallin’ down, and they got real good nails even though the wood isn’t so hot or stable. Could use some help… Her head dropped a little, embarrassed to be asking for help from someone that she didn’t really know so well.

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Hadley · 04-27-2012, 01:06 AM

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A smile lifted from the small white dog, encouraging Hadley. She didn't mind his presence, actually seeming to appreciate it. His tail wagged shyly behind him, looking up to her. Even if she was smaller Dixie was a giant in his mind, perfectly capable of standing against him. Good...are you well? His ears flicked a little, wondering if he should have used a better greeting rather than chasing after what it was she was doing right away. That probably would have been the better choice, instead of doing what he had. Hadley didn't care for using too many words though, and had chosen to say what had seemed most important. He didn't want to talk too much.

The chickens didn't have a place to stay? Hadley was surprised to hear that. Building a home for them was pretty important then. A safe place for them to stay. Hadley was surprised it hadn't been done before. He hesitated for a moment at her words. He did want to help, but was uncertain if she would really be comfortable with his presence. Deciding it would be alright Hadley nodded his head, climbing into the wagon. He made sure that he wasn't too close, giving plenty of room for his superior. If I can...

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Dixie-May Jackson · 04-29-2012, 03:37 PM

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dixie is a derp face

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Once Hadley had crawled up into the bed of the wagon, Dixie made a small smooching sound and flicked the reins. Fern tossed her head and began trotting slowly, giving them a decent pace. The docks were only a few miles away from the fort, and if they were able to get there quickly enough, supplies could be collected and brought back within a few hours. They might even have some daylight left once back at the fort to get working on building the chicken coop! Dixie just loved having the horses around; they made everything so much easier and more efficient.

Smiling a bit, she shrugged her slim shoulders and peeked back at the male. I’m doin’ alright…better now that I got me some company. Tilting her head back, the woman took a deep breath and sighed. The sharp scent of salt blew on the breeze, indicating that the tide was out at the moment. Wiggling with excitement, she popped the reins again and got Fern to move a little bit faster, wanting to be out there already. Whenever Dixie got it in her mind to get something done, she was a little workhorse and wanted to get it, whatever it was, done as fast and good as possible.

There’s some jerky in the basket, in case you are or get hungry…suspect we’ll have ta catch some fish or somethin’ later on when our tummies start rumblin’. She didn’t bother to look back this time, instead keeping her eyes forward to watch for any obstructions that would get in the way of her horse and the wagon. If Hadley wanted to eat, she didn’t want to scare him by staring at him. Knowing that he was so skittish, the young woman decided that it would be better to just put her trust in him, calm herself down, and let him move at his own pace.

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Hadley · 04-30-2012, 12:40 PM

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His tail wagged softly at Dixie's words. It was good that he'd chosen to come along then. He might not be much for company, but he'd do what he could. He moved around so that he could see where they were going, watching the horses be directed forwards. The sensation was so familiar, a chill running down his body. It was alright. He wasn't injured, trying to recover from the latest wounds. It was perfectly safe to be where he was. The wagon rolled quickly, heading them towards where they would get the supplies for the coop.

It wasn't much of an idea, just a basic outline in his mind of how it would be built. It didn't need to be very large, but perhaps a miniature house for them to live in. Her words startled him out of those thoughts, glancing around. He reached for the basket, thinking that Dixie wanted it before the rest of what she said sank in. Opening it up Hadley took a single piece out before pushing it away again. He could wait, help get a better meal later when it was needed. He didn't need to eat much. Thoughtfully Hadley chewed on the meat, letting everything wash by. Silently he straightened up, deciding to attempt to be good company. Lots of building to do.

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Dixie-May Jackson · 05-02-2012, 09:21 AM

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besides wood and nails, the boat house would have stuff like large pieces of canvas for sails, large canvas needles, old plastic supplies and such. Smile

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He was chewing, she could hear the soft sound of his jaws grinding and teeth shredding at the meat. Happy that Hadley felt comfortable enough with her to eat her food, she grinned and peeked back to look at him for a moment, thankful that he didn’t catch her look. Dixie had an ongoing fascination with abused animals, which included her fellow Luperci, and always wanted to take care of them. In her mind, they were all like puppies, something that needed to be cared for and protected. The moment she had seen this male she’d known that he was hurting and afraid…while there hadn’t been much of a chance for her to get close to him, she was pretty sure that it didn’t matter. He was sweet and thoughtful and she would do whatever possible to make him feel safe and comfortable.

Oh, here we are, Hadley! The girl bounced with excitement and pulled Fern to a stop before jumping from the wagon. Crashing water sounded over the wind, and the scent of salt filled her nose pleasantly. There were a series of buildings scattered about, and about twelve docks in all sorts of disarray. There were actually a few working boats out there, and Dixie knew not to even get near them without permission from their rightful owners. All of their supplies would come from the buildings and falling down docks, nothing even remotely close to the boats. Reaching into the back of the wagon, she slid the rope over her shoulders and dumped the meat from the basket. C’mon…we can start collecting from some of these buildings. Her head tilted to the side as she walked towards a half collapsed boat house.

Ducking her little body under the half collapsed side, she wiggled in and looked around. There wasn’t really much room to move around, but she was small enough to do so without any trouble. Hadley would probably have a hard time trying to turn around; thankfully he’d be able to peek in through the still stable half. They would be able to pass things back and forth, clear the building out, and then deconstruct it to collect even more without taking too much time.

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Hadley · 05-02-2012, 02:57 PM

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The wagon came to a halt sooner than he had expected. He climbed out of the wagon with lightning speed, not wanting to linger in a place that reminded him of so much pain. The association with being hurt and riding in a wagon probably wouldn't go away, even if he did manage to get himself to ride in them without freaking out. He looked over the various docks that were there, noting where they were falling apart. They could scavenge wood from those. He'd done that taking houses apart.

Dixie's call sent Hadley after her. He naturally obeyed anyone that spoke to him without much thought about it. When she entered a collapsed building he shifted around nervously. The hybrid couldn't get in there. How could he help her then? Carefully he pulled back some of the wood so that he could look inside. It was slow, not wanting anything to collapse on the female inside. Peering around he spotted a small collection of rusted nails amongst the large flaps of fabric. One arm reached in, trying to retrieve the nails. He grabbed them quietly and withdrew, watching Dixie for what he was supposed to do to help.

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Dixie-May Jackson · 05-02-2012, 06:06 PM

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Excitement flowed through the little woman’s body and caused her to practically vibrate in place. She just could not sit still, and it was becoming a bit dangerous inside the unstable building. Knowing that she could screw this all up in just a few moments, without even really meaning to, Dixie grabbed an armful of folded canvas and ropes that were all matted together. They were a lot heavier than they looked, and she stumbled a bit on her way out. One of the hanging boards scraped over her shoulder, catching and peeling at her skin roughly, leaving a thin line of blood in its wake.

Successfully having gotten out of the building, she dropped the things on the ground and huffed, glancing at her shoulder with an annoyed look on her face. I guess we could take it down from the outside and work our way in…kinda afraid to get back in there, it’s a bit shaky and I’m too jumpy. She sighed and reached out, wrapping her little hands around the wood that had caused the cut and jerking back roughly. For such a small woman, her body was surprisingly strong. The board popped off cleanly and was tossed to the side as she moved closer to reach for another. Oh, the basket can be used to store the nails…but I have a feelin’ we’ll be needin’ more room for the lot of ‘em. It’ll do to start, though.

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Hadley · 05-02-2012, 07:31 PM

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A bit of cloth and rope was grabbed before Dixie came scurrying back out. Hadley stepped to the side, quickly reaching out to brace her as she stumbled. Blood hit his nose, a small whine slipping out. Moving around he looked at the small cut. It didn't look like much, but it could get infected. Infection was the same as death for Hadley. The instant he didn't have a use he would be killed. Perhaps not anymore, but that deadly fear of being laid down with infection was still there. He couldn't let his superior face such a painful thing.

He glanced at the building. Yes, that was true. They still needed to take it apart. Dixie tugged away on it, pulling it farther open. Hadley didn't move onto it right away, actually tearing off a piece of the canvas that they'd freed. Stepping over to a river that washed into it Hadley dipped it in and washed it clean. Looking around he found the plant that he'd needed, making a quick mixture for her shoulder. Stepping over he held out the makeshift bandage, hoping that she wouldn't mind.

The nails he'd picked up were dropped into the basket. Stepping over Hadley moved, pulling off boards carefully. It was difficult to do so without burying the goods inside there. There was a good chance it would happen anyways, leaving them to dig through a deep pile of rubble. At least there was good wood they could use there, Hadley taking it and gently stacking the pieces as he pulled them off.

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Dixie-May Jackson · 05-02-2012, 08:29 PM

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Dixie was not expecting for Hadley to do what he did with the little makeshift bandage. She froze in place when he touched her arm gently, her head lifting so she could watch his face. There was no fear or anything like that, just genuine surprise that he would care enough to help her out. The only person who ever did anything like that was Wayne…Eyes wide, she stood there and simply allowed the large man to wrap her arm and position the wetted down leaves over the shallow cut. It stung a little bit, but she kept a straight face, not wanting Hadley to think that he’d done something wrong.

Before he moved away, Dixie shuffled close and leaned against his side, nuzzling her face against his chest but refraining from wrapping her arms around him. She didn’t want to risk scaring him by making him feel trapped. Thank you, Hadley… Her voice was a soft whisper and then she turned back to the building quickly, feeling embarrassed and a little unsure of herself. Reaching out, another board was grabbed and then they both got to work.

Merely an hour later, after trying to move as fast as possible, the building was almost completely torn apart. The two walls that had been stable were partially taken down, and the others had been tugged away, still intact for the most part. If they were able to fit those slabs into the wagon, there would be two or three walls already built for the chicken coop…which meant less work for them later on. Now Dixie could easily step in and begin collecting the large bundles of canvas, ship rope, small boxes sitting here and there, and there was even a metal can filled to the brim with nails! Hadley! This is so great, we’ll be able to have left over supplies for all kinds of projects!

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Hadley · 05-02-2012, 08:51 PM

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Feeling Dixie freeze Hadley hurriedly finished before backing off. Sorry... He shouldn't have done that. He'd surprised her with that. Perhaps she didn't like being touched. Why hadn't he thought of that? The scarred hybrid froze himself as she nuzzled him, a quiet thanks whispered. It was alright? She didn't mind him doing that? He sighed with relief, and followed after her, rapidly tearing it apart so that the building was cracked open for them to work with.

While Dixie worked on collecting the fabric and rope that were open now, Hadley worked on carrying the wall pieces to the wagon. It was hard to grip, but he managed to get it over and pushed it up. One wall was up, and he turned for the next. His tail swished softly at Dixie's enthusiastic words. Can use. There was lots of work to be done, Hadley working around it himself to build what was needed, even if he was no expert.

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Dixie-May Jackson · 05-02-2012, 09:06 PM

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The girl tilted her head and watched as the multicolored male loaded one of the wall pieces into the wagon without too much trouble. He was strong and determined, despite his past abuse and the obvious unease that kept him from being social. As he turned around to get the next wall, she whipped away, not wanting him to know that she’d been watching. Leaning over, another armful of stuff was snatched up and carried over to the wagon, placed on the ground until the wood could be loaded up.

Within another few minutes the wood was all loaded in, and Dixie had tossed the six canvas bundles into the back as well. Those were followed by countless lengths of ship rope, which was a lot thicker and more durable than her smaller rope used for livestock. Three small tin cans full of different sized nails, along with whatever nails Hadley had collected in the basket…and they were done.

Dixie blinked a few times and looked back at the remaining pieces of the building. I think this is enough…more than enough for now. We know where ta get stuff if it’s needed, that’s fer sure! Reaching out, she slid her hand into Hadley’s and gave him a gentle tug towards the wagon. It was time to get back to the Fort to start building the chicken coop. A few hours had passed, so the time was a bit after noon…all of their pack mates would be awake and milling around most likely. If they needed any more help it would be readily available.

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Hadley · 05-02-2012, 09:34 PM

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Hadley stared at Dixie, noting the swift movement. What was that? He looked around, hackles standing slightly. Was there something there that he should be aware of? It didn't seem like there was anything there. Hadley sniffed at the air, but he didn't smell anything. Even if there was something there, he probably wouldn't be able to smell it anyways. Tensed slightly he moved back over to the wall sections. Carefully he picked up the next one, carrying it over to the wagon, working on not having it fall over because of the clumsy grip.

Tons of supplies were chucked in, the empty wagon rapidly filled up. He looked over everything, nodding silently in confirmation. There was everything that was needed. Plenty was left for them to come back and get if needed. He nodded his head, letting Dixie move him over to the wagon. He clambered up beside her, ready to head back and do the work. At least Dixie wouldn't be lacking for strength to get this done. He could do anything she asked for. He just needed direction to know what to do. The horse moved, and they were on their way back.

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Dixie-May Jackson · 05-02-2012, 09:52 PM

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Dixie smiled broadly when Hadley didn’t even tense up from her grabbing his hand. Her spirits lifted even more when the male followed her up to sit at the front of the wagon. It seemed as if he was feeling a bit more comfortable with the little woman after their time spent together working…hopefully he’d feel even better after more time. Her small frame curled up on the bench seat, overshadowed by his hulking body, and she reached for the reins to get them moving.

Fern woke up from her nap with a snort and stomped around for a few moments, getting used to the annoying weight that had been added to the light wagon. After a few steps, she got into a rhythm and began to trot quickly, her large body straining a little bit as she moved. Thankfully the path was smooth with no major obstacles, so they had an easy enough time getting back to the Fort. Once they passed through the front gates, Dixie let out a soft barking howl to let everyone know that they were home.

Fern was directed to go over near the barn, and then pulled to a slow stop. The white woman hopped down and unhitched the mare from the wagon and patted her on the side as she took off running to find her colt and companions. You hungry, Hadley? I sure as hell am…think I’ll go get us some more food and a bit of water, if you’ll start unloading? It’ll just take me a minute, I promise… Her smile was flashed and then she darted off towards the court house to find some dried meat and a canteen for the water.

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Hadley · 05-02-2012, 10:12 PM

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He was surprised that the horse had been asleep. He'd never dealt with finding the horse asleep when attached to the wagon. The horse Amy owned wasn't nearly as relaxed and friendly as these ones either, listlessly doing what it was told. They rode forwards fairly quickly, just a few bumps. Hadley did his best not to hit Dixie, clinging onto the edge of the seat so that he didn't bump into her as the wagon moved. A soft howl announced their presence, his ears pricking up to see if anyone would answer.

The chickens did, sending up a bunch of clucks at their arrival. Hadley climbed down, moving around to the back. He nodded his head softly, happy at the idea of a snack. At least he wasn't as nervous about accepting food as he used to be, checking and double checking that it was alright for him to eat like he used to. He began to unpack, sorting it into different piles. The wood went into a giant heap, the wall pieces leaned against the fort. The rope made a separate pile, thick and matted, with the fabric in yet another. The nails were quickly all piled into the basket together, making it easier to access.

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Dixie-May Jackson · 05-03-2012, 12:08 AM

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Seeing that Hadley wanted some snacks and didn’t mind her taking off to get them, Dixie went without hesitation. After entering the Court House, she slowed and waved to a few pack mates, speaking soft greetings every now and then as she made her way downstairs to the storage room. Once there, an empty canteen was strapped over her shoulder and both hands grabbed some jerky, enough to at least fill them up until they could get a real meal.

Next stop was the creek, where she leaned over and lapped at the cold water until her throat was no longer parched. The canteen was filled to the brim and then closed and hands filled with meat again as she began trotting back towards the barn and her partner for the day. Hadley was there still, working at getting everything out of the wagon and placed into different piles. Very organized and put together, he was.

Dixie grinned and stopped a few feet away from him, Here ya go, Hadley…figured you be pretty thirsty as well as hungry after all this workin’. Wanna take a little break and just snack for a few minutes?

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Hadley · 05-03-2012, 01:07 PM

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Soft steps announced Dixie's return. The hybrid continued working, only the swivel of his ears indicating that he knew she was there. He'd wanted to be finished by the time she was back, but there were still some odds and ends to clear out from the wagon. He looked over at her words, tail shyly wagging. Asked if he wanted to take a break Hadley looked over the supplies again. Would that really be alright? They had a lot they had to do to get the coop up.

He accepted the canteen, gently drinking it back. That felt good after all the work he'd been doing, awakening him again and giving him a fresh wave of energy. It made him more keenly aware of how hungry he was as well unfortunately. Hadley took a few pieces of meat, leaving the majority for Dixie to eat. Carefully he worked on eating the pieces without scarfing them down and looking like he'd been starved.

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Dixie-May Jackson · 05-03-2012, 06:33 PM

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The large male seemed hesitant to take a break, his eyes almost nervous as he glanced back at the few remaining supplies in the wagon. Smiling sadly, Dixie shook her head and handed over the water and food, having already stuffed a chunk of meat into her own mouth. After all of the time she’d spent on horseback, eating while moving was no big deal. Winking at him, the little one hopped up into the back of the wagon and began dropping things onto the ground, quickly clearing out the entire thing and leaving it looking as good as new.

Nu uh, mister. You are a lot bigger than little ol’ me, meanin’ you need more food. I ain’t about ta let you starve! Her small hands reached out and took one of his gently, pushing more meat against his palm. After giving him a playfully stern look, she turned and began sorting things as he had done before. The piles were perfect, everything organized in a way that would make building easier when they got to that point.

There were tools over by the barn, so she ran over and grabbed a hammer and a small saw. If one of them held the wood in place, the other would be able to get things attached and put together fast. This thing would be done in no time!

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Hadley · 05-04-2012, 04:42 PM

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She was so quick! The items left in the wagon were cleared out in no time, leaving everything to be sorted so they could get to work. He swallowed down the few pieces he had, ready to work on sorting it out and keep working, despite the growling stomach. The mock scolding slowed Hadley down, looking for guidance. Surprise filtered through at the words, bashfully accepting the meat that was given to him. Head ducked low he ate what he was given, grateful that he could have more.

With the meal finished off he stepped over to where the wooden wall sections were. Hefting one up so it was standing Hadley examined it. The edges were jagged, there was a fair portion to trim off. He set the pieces around, checking the relative sizes to avoid the walls not matching each other. With his claws he scratched a thin mark for where they would have to cut it before picking it up, holding it still so that Dixie could go to work trimming it down.

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