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001 dwindle, peak, and pine
Dawali Amara (09/05/16)
After having wandered for a very long time, Hemming stumbles across AniWaya territory and decides that maybe it's time to settle down. He meets Dawali Amara, gets along well with him, and becomes part of the tribe. All this makes Hemming quite pleased - a new friend, a new place, and endless possibility!
002 a hundred thousand destinations
Anu (09/05/18)
Hemming finds a jellyfish stranded on the shore at low tide, and is approached by Anu. Together, they carry the jelly back to the water and let it go. Satisfied with their successful rescue mission, they relax by floating on the waves.
003 a song and dance invisible
Ember Phoenix (09/05/19)
Hemming stumbles upon the stables and admires the horses for a few moments before Ember Phoenix brings her new horse in. They talk, Hemming is told he might be able to help Ember train some horses, and she shows him where her den is. He picks a cave nearby, and Ember brings some furs over to make it cozy.
004 soaking in scenery
Attila Aston (09/05/21)
While admiring the scenery at Beast's Grin Peninsula, Hemming is approached by Attila Aston, who claims that the shore is his. Alternatively, he offers Hemming a challenge to complete in order to gain permission to be there. Hemming, taking the game in good fun, agrees, and is taken to Ghostly Hollow, where he is told to find the skull of a fellow canine. Knowing that he would get lost if he dared to enter the many pathways branching off from the main room, Hemming declines and offers to bring the youngster back with some string and a torch. Just as he's leaving, Attila ambushes him, an act that leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
005 two intellectuals
Maldrid (09/05/22)
Hemming follows the "music of the trees" to Grandfather's Tears, where Maldrid is playing his lute. Sitting down with his feet in a spring, Hemming listens to the other's music and learns a bit about the history of Serena Reserve and about the curse of Grandfather's Tears, as well as a bit about Maldrid's past.
006 ex cineribus
Amaranth (09/05/24) ҩ
Hemming meets Amaranth, another new AniWaya member, at Grandfather's Tears.
007 the rhythms of a landscape that is breathing
Catherine (09/05/30)
Hemming meets Catherine, and learns a lot about Spirit Guides and life in AniWaya.
008 the writing in the sky
Anu (09/06/02)
Hemming is flying a kite he just finished making when Anu shows up. The two fly the kite together for a very short time before the string breaks and the kite flies away. They chase it down, and when it gets caught in a tree, Anu climbs up to rescue it. Hemming fixes the kite up a little before giving it to Anu as a gift.
009 when our mouths are filled with fire
Ember Phoenix (09/06/05)
Ember takes Hemming hunting. She explains the basic premise, and Hemming offers the use of a few spears he has made. They each take down a deer. Hemming feels as if he learnt a lot, both about hunting and working in a team.
010 spread the fire
Asha Amara (09/06/08)
Hemming meets Asha and they have a play sword fight, complete with pretending to be in the time of knights and princesses.
011 worn by time and wormholes
Kansas Sadira (09/06/13)
Wandering down the shoreline, Hemming spots a fossil and crouches to inspect it. Kansas comes along and looks at it too, and the two wolves go fossil hunting. Kansas finds another and they ogle it too. The two wolves agree to take a trip to Halifax together to look for books about fossils and learn more about the ones they have found.
012 the call of constellations
Midnight Massacre (09/06/13)
Hemming is stargazing when a white coyote trips over him. They end up lying beneath the stars, and though the other does not reply Hemming points out a few constellations.
013 learn by doing
AniWaya — Dawali, Noir, Aurèle, Catherine, Attila, Ocèane, Asha,
Ember (09/06/17)
Hemming participates in a tribe hunt and develops a basic understanding of how they work, and also sees some faces he hasn't seen before.
014 learning how to travel in time
Princess Chance (09/06/18)
Hemming is lying on a dock when Princess comes along. They decide to explore a human house. Hemming finds a couple books and a strange wiggly thing, which the two wolves puzzle over for a while. After some more exploration, they move to the next house to find that it is pretty much the same as the first. Since it's getting late, and the houses are starting to lose their allure, the two wolves part ways and head back home.
015 give you my wings
Dagrun (09/06/22 to 24)
Hemming goes on his journey. He wanders south, mostly through the forest but also along the shore. On the night of the 23rd, there is a thunderstorm, and he seeks shelter in some trees on the edge of a forest. He ends up falling asleep. When he wakes in the morning, there is a Willow Flycatcher sitting on his head. When Hemming starts to stir, so does the bird. Hemming learns that she is his Spirit Guide and her name is Dagrun, and they head back to AniWaya.
016 just to watch them fly
Adelaida (09/06/25) ҩ
Meets Adelaida, learns about chinchillas.
017 the song was wordless
Catherine (09/06/25)
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018 but in the end, you don't get another shot
Attila Aston (09/07/03)
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019 sail me on a silver sun
Henratha Gyrkin (09/07/04)
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020 if you get old fashioned with me
Naniko D'Angelo (09/07/10)
Hemming is figuring out how to knit from his book (14) when Naniko comes by, looking for Ember. The two talk for a bit, and spend the evening teaching each other, Naniko teaching Hemming how to speak some French, and Hemming teaching her how to knit.
021 remember when it rained
Warren Elliot, Susquehanna (09/07/14)
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022 notes on pulling the sky down
Anu (09/07/17)
Hemming finds Anu hanging around the edges of AniWaya, holding a day lily that is a gift for him. They go back to his den and plant it, Hemming shows her around a bit, and then they head back to the borders. Hemming feels loved!
023 he's stolen hearts like they're horses
Strelein von Rosnete (09/07/18)
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024 a place to call home
Claire (09/08/01)
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025 workers' song
Lubomir Varg (09/08/05)
Hemming helps Lubomir fix his ladder, and takes a hammer and some nails from the human cottage they take cover in from the rain.
026 The Green Corn Ceremony
AniWaya (09/08/06)
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027 a new wind blowing
Honoré Bélanger (09/08/06)
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028 walls for colder seasons
Dawali (09/08/06)
Hemming and Dawali figure out a good way to erect the walls of the new town hall.
029 the space between us all
Addison D'Angelo (09/08/18)
Hemming and Addison have a fun (weird) time at the beach.
030 secret scenes in the seams of the world
Slaying the Dreamer (09/08/23)
Hemming is feeling odd and makes a sandcastle on the beach, Slay appears and they have an odd conversation.
031 the sport of kings
Lots :o (09/08/26)
CDM and AniWaya horse race! Hemming rides Bayard and finishes last, but has a tonne of fun.
032 the only thing doing is nothing at all
Ember (09/08/28)
Hemming and Ember go to Halifax to find a wool shop and find a candy shop on the way.
033 a little bit nutty
Noir (09/09/01)
Hemming and Noir collect nuts, Hemming learns of the wonders of ketchup.
034 seconds from the aftermath, happiness from beyond
Anu (09/09/05)
Hemming and Anu look at octopuses.
035 the art of the possible
Catherine (09/10/01)
Hemming makes a shelf out of whale bones, talks with Catherine.
036 kamikaze airplanes in the sky
Zaramama, Emma, Godelieve, Ember (09/??/??)
Two puppies are dropped off at the AniWaya border by an old coyote, they stay with Hemming.
037 dancing on the killing floor
Emma (09/??/??)
Hemming tries to keep Emma busy despite feeling completely useless.
038 i'll stop the world and melt with you
Addison (09/11/??)
Hemming finds Addison in the city with a piece of wood through her shoulder.
039 awkward pause and fatal flaws
Ember (09/11/26)
Knitting party!
040 the great new moon ceremony
AniWaya (09/11/26)
Tribe thread
041 the feathers on a dreamcatcher
Euipoi (09/12/18)
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042 wonderland
Jefferson, Ember (09/12/15)
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043 someone has to pay for the little things
Louis Bennson (09/12/30)
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044 and she's gone
Addison d'Angelo (10/01/01)
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Hemming was born in central Canada on May 5, 2005. His birthpack originated from a small group of wolves that left a pack that wandered Scandinavia. Many generations later, by the time that Hemming was born, the Canadian pack had lost much of its Scandinavian culture, and was very loosely structured. After about six months in the pack, Hemming started to wander away, coming back occasionally due to feelings of obligation. His presence became more and more sporadic, until, at an age of about one year, Hemming left for good.
He headed out East, occasionally setting up camps and staying for a while before moving on again. At an age of about two and a half, he settled down in New Brunswick, where he set up a much more elaborate camp. His living situation included a treehouse of sorts, which was large enough for a hammock, a bookshelf, and a desk. Down below, on the ground, he kept a fire pit with a few cooking tools set up. He also had a small shed where he stored traps and hunting tools. For the most part, he busied himself in reading books that he collected from towns and cities nearby, as well as using human equipment such as microscopes and telescopes.
While he had a few companions during his wanderings and even once while he had set up camp, Hemming lived largely on his own. The characters in the books he read were his company, and the things he learned kept him busy enough to not feel any strong desire to have real friends.
Eventually, though, he felt it was time to go on another adventure. He picked out a few of his favourite books - but not the most special ones, in case they were wrecked by rain or mud - to keep him entertained, and packed them in a sack backpack with a small hand-held telescope. After saying careful goodbyes to his camp and the things it held, he continued east.
After a lot of completely undirected wandering, Hemming stumbled upon AniWaya land, liked the look of it, and decided to settle down.
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there is a bit about what he looks like in his profile. but not much.
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what Hemming has in his den:
- a shelf made out of whale ribs (35)
- a pile of his own fur, to spin
- a bit of his fur that he has already spun into yarn
- his spindle
- a fossil (approx. 15cm in length, 7cm wide) of a bunch of shelled creatures (11)
- a book on knitting, Knitting in the Nordic Tradition (14)
- another book, Manual of Seamanship (14)
- some knitted scraps
- a large quantity of wool from the city (32)
- some books of knitting patterns
- knitting needles
- a stone for carving with
- some spears he has carved, varying degrees of completeness
- there is a yellow day lily planted outside his den, from Anu (22) Dead, covered in snow ):
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.......Anu was the first inhabitant of these lands he had met since meeting Dawali at the AniWaya border, and she seemed extremely pleasant as well. Hopefully this trend would continue; Hemming liked to think that everyone got along just fine, and he was having a good time wandering and feeling safe. He smiled at the alabaster female's response - or was really just smiling in general - and nodded a little at her final words. It was a little upsetting that you could share a home with many others and not get along, but everyone had different goals and ideals, and ultimately it would likely be those little concepts that would make or break a family group. All of this was idealistic speculation on Hemming's part, though. He hadn't spent much of his time - and certainly not his adult life - in a family situation.
.......Thinking about his own experiences in his birth pack, he stared at the water at his feet again. "No. I suppose nothing is truly perfect." He said this almost optimistically, making waves with his toes. "It's all just degrees of imperfection." After this escaped his lips he looked up at Anu and chuckled about how philosophical their conversation was in danger of becoming. Though he did enjoy his philosophical musings, he had had enough time to do that already. After the adrenaline that had surged through him while they were rescuing the jellyfish, Hemming was excited to experience more of the shore, and after a moment of rest he was ready to go again.
....... "An exception can be made, I think, for this perfect day. Wouldn't you agree?" The male grinned and stood up, ankle deep in water now, and took a few steps out into the ocean before turning around and offering a hand to her. That the rock was fairly high off the ground was not the only reason he did so, and perhaps a longing for contact, and the desire to share some cheer was the true driving force behind this action.
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Many of the books that Hemming had read mentioned fossils and some even had pictures, but the wolf had never held one himself. His fingers continued to trace the outlines of the shells as he marvelled at the age of the piece, images of what life might have been like back then flipping through his mind without being called up. Oh, if only he had some of his books with him, he could consult with their yellowing pages and their greying photographs. Maybe he could even figure out how old the imprints were, and what they might of belonged to. For now, he imagined them as clam-like creatures, making their way along the bottom of the ocean as prehistoric sharks knifed though the waters above.
The gray wolf didn't notice the other until his paws appeared in his peripheral vision, a few feet off to his side. He looked up, a smile tugging gently at the corners of his lips. The other's question pleased Hemming, for he always liked to share the little things that brought him joy. Holding the fossil with two hands, he turned his body around to face the other squarely and put the object down between them. "Take a look," he said, excitement evident in his voice, "I think it's a fossil... These creatures must have been buried in this sand, which must have then compacted and trapped them for... millions of years." There was a slight inflection in his voice at the end, betraying his uncertainty. Hemming ran a finger along an edge once more, absolutely fascinated by this little discovery.
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Hemming stopped his tentative advance when he was a meter or so away from the strange structure. Letting his eyes trace along the panes of glass and the wooden beams, he wondered what it could possibly be. He took a few steps sideways to get a look from another perspective, and concluded that it didn't seem to be something the humans had left behind; though many of the pieces seemed to be old and must have been constructed by the humans, they were of varying wear and tear, no matter how subtly. The heavy rain and the lack of any familiar landmarks or smells made the moment, and indeed the partly finished structure before him, seem rather surreal to the gray wolf. It was certainly well constructed, but by whom? He peered for a few moments more, some of which Dagrun popped an eye open for, wondering why they had stopped.
The rain seemed to create a curtain around the wolf and the little bird, forming an enclosed world that consisted only of the odd structure, the two creatures, and a lot of water. Mostly for this reason, Hemming jumped a little as a voice rolled through the rain and into his little world. It was certainly a friendly voice, though, and he looked up quickly, a small smile on his face. A wide grin grew when he saw that the approaching wolf had planks of wood across his shoulder, and was likely the builder. Perhaps he would be so kind as to explain the purpose of his project.
Lifting his hand in the air to wave, he called back, "Hi!" Gesturing to the structure with a slight nod of his chin, he added, "Is this yours?" Hemming's smile remained on his face and he stood relaxed, as if the rain water was soaking into his muscles and smoothing them. The strong wolf seemed to be quite comfortable carrying the long pieces of wood, and already Hemming was feeling that it was quite natural he should be doing so.
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Hemming was starting to get used to being completely drenched. His legs picked up the extra weight with little trouble, and he had figured out at what intervals he should blink to keep the rain out of his eyes and running instead down the curve of his eyelids. The moisture was rather pleasant, more so than the oppressive heat of the last few weeks, and the gray wolf maintained a small smile on his lips. The rain didn't seem bother his Spirit Guide, Dagrun, either, and she chirped wildly each time a particularly impressive bolt of lightning freed itself from the sky. The little bird kept watch from her perch on the top of the wolf's head, huddled close to his fur to maintain a little pillow of warmth.
To say the clouds were ominous would be inaccurate; it was one single cloud, stretched across the great sky. With all the rumbling it was doing, Hemming felt a little as if he must be in a giant stomach, and in a moment like many he had experienced before he could imagine how all the ancient human myths had been inspired. He wondered what they might have said on a day like today. A god had swallowed Earth, and now all the creatures must traverse the digestive tract, in its perilous twists and turns..? Hemming twisted his mouth a little; that wasn't nearly as epic as he had hoped.
Though the lightning clearly didn't upset Dagrun at all, it stirred a little nervousness in Hemming. Taller than the wild grasses he was walking through, and taller than most everything around, he felt a little threatened by it. He was relieved when he reached the edge of a vast, thick forest, and stepped gratefully into the shelter it provided. As the rain tapped on the leaves far above, Hemming picked out rhythms to go along with it, humming them as he walked. The tiny amount of light that illuminated the gray sky barely penetrated to the forest floor, and the wolf wandered in near darkness, his hands resting momentarily on tree trunks as he meandered past them.
He wasn't sure how far he had travelled before he stumbled upon a little dwelling in the woods. The wolf slowed to a stop a good distance away, craning his head forward and squinting in an effort to make its form out more clearly. Movement on the porch caught his eye, and he watched for a moment before stepping a little closer so his presence was obvious. "Hello?" he called out gingerly, thinking only after the words had left his mouth that perhaps it would not be a good idea, and might even be dangerous, to intrude.
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The wolf's eyes widened a bit when the female mentioned the name of her sister, and he grinned broadly. "Oh, I know her! Nice girl, isn't she? Don't know where she might be today, though." Hemming continued to grin as the female sat down, lucky to have some company to rescue him before he became completely neurotic. He continued to hold the needles in his hands, the stitches completed until half-way through a row. He was still worried that if he put the pair of needles down, stitches would start to fall off. The male would have no clue what to do then, and all would be lost.
Hemming didn't think much about what she had said and replied impetuously, still not quite completely distracted from his little project, "New herbs? How come?" Learning a little bit more about healing was something that the male had been hoping to do for a while, but he always seemed to find such wonderful things to be distracted by in AniWaya and its surrounding territories. Perhaps this female had run out of something that she had collected far away, or maybe in the period of time that she hadn't been healing they had just gone bad. The knitting wolf didn't really know much about herbs, and he was too caught up in his repetitive task for these thoughts to squeeze through, anyway. It was so much easier to just ask.
When the little sticks that sat at his side were questioned, Hemming realized that his role in the conversation was becoming more involved and he couldn't just float through it by muttering whatever words came to his mind first. "Sorry, just lemme finish thi..." he mumbled, bringing the needles closer to his eyes again and completing the row. Sliding them further into the middle of the needle, so they wouldn't fall back, he finally put them down, sighing as if it had been an inordinate amount of work. "They're kuh-nitting needles... I found this book in a little human town, and thought I'd try it out." He dragged the book toward him using the foot that was already resting on the pages inside, and held it up to show the cover to the female. There was a funny (at least Hemming thought so) photograph of three humans posing in gigantic sweaters. "Kuh-nitting, nitting, I'm not really sure how to pronounce it. That K has got to be in there for a reason, right?" He shrugged it off, grinning a little sheepishly and feeling slightly hysterical from all the effort he had used on such a seemingly simple task.
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The male was surprised by the voice that drifted towards him, and he almost did fall in. He turned his head towards the girl and watched her for just a moment. Her voice seemed disconnected from the figure that stood there now, as if time had cleaved noise from form, and now the words were drowned in the distant rush of the waves. It could have been that she hadn't spoken at all. Hemming was a man of reason, though, and his attraction to whimsy did not deteriorate his devotion to evidence. A faint smile played on his lips as he let words escape them. "They're not fish, though. Come see." He pushed himself further back onto his feet, the tops of them pressed against the sand, and beckoned the other over with his freed hand. There was an awe in his voice, a calmness that contrasted with the other's candor.
Her statements, beside making him call her over, made the wolf wish he could swim. Truly, Hemming wouldn't mind swimming with the fishes, their world just as populated with strange creatures as the one above sea level. It was a skill that he had never had, and now, he envied those that could, envied the creatures that could take to the water like fish and then come above land to walk about. It wasn't a jealous envy, though, if such a feeling could possibly exist, but a reverence, a respect for such an animal. In the truest sense, it was a desire to be just like it, or even just understand the way it lived. What was it like to cross the bridge between two worlds, or live in them both just as a wolf lived in one? And then there were the creatures that took to the air just as the wolf took to the plains, to the forests. What a marvellous diversity there was, a splendid fortune that the Earth had been generous to lend some room to.
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Her rush to the water seemed to have taken a bit out of the girl, and for a moment Hemming just watched her recover. He was still a little shocked, and didn't think anything of it when the other reached into the sand and lifted up a handful. It seemed a rather odd thing to do, but its real purpose didn't dawn on Hemming until the bit of sand was flying towards him. With a squeak of surprise, he twisted his body to protect his face. Some of the sand, wet and fluid, hit his shoulder, and he continued to shield his face as he peered back at her. His brows were furrowed as he tried to make sense of her sudden outburst. The crab hadn't had a mean bone in its body, and absolutely no intention of harming the girl! It was the actions of the other wolf that had landed a little beast in her fur.
"But--" he started, flabbergasted, "It didn't attack you!" He had barely got the phrase out when the other started charging towards him. Eyes widening, he turned and started to run across the beach away from her, his big feet making big splashes. His arms flailed in the arm as he ran and he huffed out single syllables at a time. "Don't!" the splash of a footfall, "No!" another splash, "Stop!" He turned his head over his shoulder to look at the girl that was in hot pursuit, hoping that the sand she clutched would not end up in his eyes.
After a moment, he realized how truly silly this all was, and he considered stopping. By this point, though, adrenaline had started to pump through his veins and this game started to be rather... fun. With a laugh, he continued to run down the beach, peering backwards once and a while. Hopefully the girl's anger would wear off quickly.
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At last, Hemming was taking a trip to Halifax to raid its many curiosities. Ember, having spotted the male with his knitting, had stated that she knew of a yarn store in the city. The silver male jumped at the idea, of course (knitting with one's own fur seemed a little odd) and off they went. It was a fair walk, but excitement made it faster, and soon enough the two were wandering down the streets of the city. Hemming admired the strange fronts of the buildings, all running together and quite elegant with their square faces. Even more interesting than the maritime architecture was the things that these buildings showed off; in their great glass showrooms they held funny human-shaped plastic things with clothes on them. Most of the clothing they had passed by contained clothes that Hemming wouldn't wear, or even fit into, but there had been a couple curious items. Nothing worth taking home yet, though, and the wolf was saving himself for the yarn store. Dagrun, from her perch on the top of his head, had uttered little discouraging hums each time he had paused to look at something for too long.
Finally he would not only have some different types of yarn to use, he would be able to have a lot of it. Previously, when he was desperate for some more yarn to knit with he had attacked his own fur with a fury, pulling out the tufts that would come with even a little resistance. Also, he hoped that there would be some good books to learn from, because, though it was quite thorough, the book he had was for someone with quite a bit more experience. The wolf had the stitches down, thanks to that book, but the instructions introduced too much individual consideration for him to handle successfully. For now, he needed to be a knitting zombie, faithfully reproducing the exact stitches that he was told to. Once he started to develop a sense for such a thing he could go on to design his own socks and hats (which he would certainly have to do, because wolves had such pesky ears).
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Dagrun chirped a little, rustling her feathers, before diving again into a bush full of berries. She was not the most sociable thing, but then again Hemming did not know much about Spirit Guides and if they liked to socialize. Surely they were like wolves, and varied in their willingness to chum around. He smiled genially at Noir's comment about Kinigisdi, and adopted a rather thoughtful gaze, as if he was contemplating where the bird could be. "That's a very nice name," he said gently, "Perhaps she is in the bushes looking for berries, just like Dag." His gaze moved from the girl before him to the little patches of brush that dotted the landscape. The wolf had no clue where Spirit Guides went when they were gone, and often wondered if they had disappeared from the real world all together and spent some time in some kind of spirit world.
Hemming grinned widely at the girl's enthusiasm as she exclaimed that she would join him. It seemed that most everything was made more fun when company was around, and the silvery male was always pleased to meet the few AniWayans that he had not yet had the pleasure to meet. He had met Attila, but would not have assumed that he was Noir's brother, based on her boisterous and friendly demeanour. "Good!" he proclaimed, the girl's attitude rubbing off on him a little.
He, too, had quite enjoyed the nut bread at the ceremony. The male had never even heard of ketchup, though, and when the girl mentioned it he raised his eyebrows. Hemming wouldn't question what they were doing in a bush, but this strange sounding ... whatever it was sounded rather interesting. "Ketchup?" he asked, "What's that?" As he voiced his question, he started to walk slowly along the little path he had been following, his eyes scanning the ground for nuts.
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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. "Speak."
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Hemming nodded and crooned in approval as Ember picked out a very nice green yarn. It was quite similar to the green he had started a new hat out of, one he planned to give ear holes and perhaps even little sleeves for his chilly ears. Green was a wonderful color, too, and in the male's mind represented of one of the most important inventions of the natural world - chlorophyll. On a less profound thought, the color went nicely with Ember's eyes. "You can never have too many scarves!" he chimed, despite a little nagging feeling in the back of his head that suggested that yes, it was possible to have too many scarves. The large (but fortunately not growing) pile of scarves on the wolf's shelf would attest to that.
He hadn't been up to much, in complete honesty. It had been a pleasure to help Dawali construct the town hall, and he hoped that they could build something else soon. Other than that, he had been knitting, carving wood, and he had fashioned a shelf out of the whale bones he had found with Addison at the beach. Free time was spent wandering around, feet crusted with snow, or in a pursuit he had found himself rather fond of as of late: climbing trees. Dagrun seemed to enjoy it, or, at least, enjoyed watching Hemming make a fool out of himself and struggle to find sure footing.
"Oh, not much," he said at length, obviously having thought of the past few days. "What about you?"
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