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Her wound was feeling a little bit better now that she’d gotten the infection away from it. The day after the healer had helped her she had ripped the bandage off so that she could take a look at it…and the thing must have gotten some dirt or shit in it! She couldn’t believe how fast it had gotten all puffy and red! It had hurt before, of course, but it had almost hurt MORE when it was infected than when she’d first gotten the injury! Addison had left it uncovered while it was all infected and stuff, trying to let it breathe, but she’d eventually followed what the healer had told her to do when things hadn’t gotten better. Covered it up, put that stupid salve stuff on it (what was that junk made of, anyway? She didn’t want to use some weird drug and get addicted to it like her cousin had!). So now it was doing well and healing correctly. Naniko had gone and messed her life up with those drug things…good thing Addi didn’t do any drugs! She just smoked and drank! And those weren’t drugs. Smoking and drinking couldn’t mess her up as bad as Naniko had been.
She didn’t know what had brought her to Aniwaya on this day, exactly, but it definitely had something to do with a certain kind wolf. Addison felt like she owed him something for finding her in the city and bringing her home with him, and she’d left without saying anything or leaving a note, even. She had been weak…barely able to move or walk around or do ANYTHING. So when she had realized that she had enough strength to stand up, she’d gotten the Hell out of there. He had been so nice during her stay, bringing her whatever she had wanted or needed…but she had hated allowing the handsome wolf to see her in her weakened state. It took her back to a place in her head that she rarely visited now, the memory of Halo and her torture. She had felt so venerable then, so open to attack. She almost would have rather have had Halo shoot her than Jefferson come into save her. She didn’t want to need rescuing.
The chestnut-colored female gazed over the snowy hills of Aniwaya, passing through the border area without looking back. If anyone caught her she’d explain that she was looking for Hemming and that she was welcomed here. Hopefully Hemming had a high enough stand in the “tribe” for that to matter…that she knew him. She glanced around to be sure that no one was in the area before continuing, touching her bandage lightly to smooth the edges of it back down as she walked. Before, when she had been fleeing Aniwaya, she hadn’t taken much time to look around. She knew the way to the hut that Hemming had taken her to, but other than that she wasn’t sure where to go. Everything looked the same when it was covered in snow. Had she passed this tree before? She could very vaguely smell her own scent, though now it was mixed amongst the smells of the Aniwayans. The yearling glanced toward the sky next, blue and gold eyes focusing on the clouds. It was warm today, warmer than usual; even…would it rain, or snow?
Just as the thought left her head a drop hit her, making her blink. Crap. Crap crap crap. If there was one thing she REALLY hated, it was being wet. Addison took cover beneath one of the nearby trees, trying to keep as dry as possible. But…no, this tree didn’t have any leaves! It was instinct to run for a tree, perhaps. She stood still, looking frantically around for a few moments before choosing her course of action. A full-out-run would no doubt wind her, making her more tired, but she really didn’t want to get wet. Would she rather be wet or tired? Such crappy choices! She just had to make it to the hut! Settling for a quick walk, the young female continued toward her destination. It was late afternoon, but it seemed much later now as she speed-walked toward the hut. The clouds had covered up the sun, bringing a dark chill to the lands.
Today she was wearing some of her clothing, though, which made weathering the temperatures a little easier. Her first clothing items had been obtained through theft, stealing from Tokyo’s den, but now her wardrobe had expanded. The outfit that she wore today wasn’t much, just a coat, a very long sweater with a belt below the bust-line, and some black tights. She had seen an outfit like this on a model in a window in Halifax and had gotten help with altering the clothing until it would fit her more correctly. She wore some form of clothing most of the time, whether it was a scarf, some sandals, some shorts, or a full outfit.
Addison reached the hut and pulled the door open, panting slightly from her jaunt through the snow. She had thought that this was the place that Hemming lived…it was where he’d taken her, after all. But when she got inside, she was left wondering. He wasn’t anywhere to be found! Did he live here, or what? She sniffed around a bit, looked at the fireplace, then at the couch that she’d laid on during her last visit. Nope, he hadn’t been here in a while. He didn’t live here. As soon as this realization came to her she frowned, growling slightly. Why hadn’t he taken her back to his den? What was so bad about her that he didn’t want to take her home while she recovered? Did he already have someone there?! Some girl on the side?! She whirled around, picking up one of the chairs from the kitchen table and throwing it across the room. She had come here to thank him, but he’d only managed to piss her off before she could get the chance. Not caring to look at the remains of the chair, she shoved the door open and started back down the stairs. Screw this, screw Hemming, and screw Aniwaya!
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While one chair had met its demise, another chair was coming together. When it had started to rain, Hemming had carted four wooden legs and a few other pieces of a chair towards the village center, eventually settling down underneath the shelter of a roof, but still outside. The occasional gust of wind would drive some rain towards him, and the male would lift his nose into the air to take a nice deep breath of the ozone that was being pulled down from the atmosphere. With careful hands, he tapped braces into holes he had made in the four legs, to create a more stable base. It was just as he was about to attach the seat to the four legs when he heard quite a ruckus, and he ceased his work momentarily. Previously, it had been a nice quiet, peaceful day, with calming rain and soothing work. Now that a disturbance had been sensed, something seemed quite odd. AniWaya was a peaceful place, and Hemming didn't know any member that would be upset enough to break something. Turning his head to look around, it was clear that the noise wasn't caused by anything AniWayan. It was Addison, and the source of her anger, or at least violence, was a mystery to Hemming.
After a moment of observing her storm away, likely unaware that Hemming was there, the male called out, "Hey, Addison!" It had been rather strange how she had just disappeared the other day, after having been impaled, and Hemming had worried about her well-being. Alaine had done a splendid job at patching her up, and the Gatlvska was immensely lucky that she showed up. If not, Addison probably wouldn't be walking around right now... or breaking stuff, but that was beside the point. The girl seemed to be doing well, at least, besides this bit of rage. Since his den was crowded and cluttered, Hemming hadn't wanted to keep Addison there. One's den was a rather private place, too, and he, in all honesty, didn't want blood all over the place he slept. Anyway, the hut was much more comfortable and safe for her, and close to many others that could hear her yell if there was an emergency. At first, the male had spent most of his time taking care of her, but as her condition improved he left her alone more frequently. It was on one of his trips to collect wood to carve that she had disappeared, and Hemming had heard that she had been seen leaving by herself. The wolf had been meaning to visit her, but, admittedly, hadn't.
"How're you doing?" he asked, concerned.
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She didn't really understand pack duties, or the want or need to do anything for one's own pack. Yeah, she lived in Dahlia...but she spent more time outside of it than she did these days. At least she had finally moved out of Tokyo's den, though. When she'd first come it had been alright living with the older wolf...but Addison came in at all hours of the day or night and felt like she was probably disturbing her roommate when she did. She had spoken to the other wolf about finding a place of her own and Tokyo hadn't had a problem with it. She'd still swing by every once in a while to see her friend; she just wasn't as dependent on her as she used to be. Man, Tokyo had taught her some neat things. How to cover her tracks when she went out, how to steal things right out from under peoples' noses. In fact, she had a few stolen items on her now!
She had thought that Hemming might like a present, but wasn't sure what all he was into...so she'd tried to take a look around the hut during her stay there. There had been a few things hanging on the wall...some rugs, and a couple of shelves. Nothing that really described him, as a wolf. (Of course, at that time she had thought that he lived in that hut). So she'd had to think of something else. When she had seen him at the beach, the time before last, they'd dug up some pretty awesome whale bones. Addison had been slowly making jewelry out of the pieces, whittling them down with her knife and then using a corkscrew-typed object to make a hole in the middle of them so that they could be strung onto a piece of twine or plastic string.
Her gift for Hemming was something that was kind of similar to a necklace, but (she thought) a little more manly. She had taken the teeth of a few local predators (two badgers) and had drilled holes in them so that they might slip onto the string alongside the centerpiece. For the centerpiece she'd carved what looked to her like a crab. To others it would seem like an odd, oval-shaped blob with lines poking out of it...but to her it was a crab. She'd then used a pen to put a little darkness on those lines so that they would stand out from the rest of that bone, then drilled a hole through it to put it on. She was rather proud of her crab necklace, and had been excited to give it to him today.
However, her enthusiasm about seeing him had boiled over into a slight rage. After breaking the chair and heading down the front steps she had grabbed the necklace out of her pocket. She froze mid swing when he spoke, about to throw it down into the mud. He...was here? He lived in the hut? That made no sense. Did he live nearby, then? Had he seen her antics? She frowned even deeper at that thought and shoved the necklace back into her pocket, walking slowly over. "I thought you lived in that hut. I came all the way here to thank you and to give you a present, to find you not where I left you! What's up with that, dude? You trying to trick me or something?" And what was he doing with those pieces of wood, anyway?
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The girl seemed to have something with her, but it disappeared into her pocket as she walked towards him. Hemming ceased his activity with the chair as he sensed her frustration, leaning the partly assembled thing against the wall of the hut he was sitting by. As she spoke he peered up at her, the tone in her voice making his eyes widen and his heart pound. He felt numb with the accusation; being spoken to with scorn was not something he was accustomed to, and he wasn't completely sure how to react. He collected his thoughts as she continued to speak, ready to respond to her. It was clearly a simple misunderstanding, and he needn't say much to fix it all up. With eyebrows raised high in a rather innocent expression, the wolf replied, "I'm not trying to trick you... My den is much too small and untidy to keep someone injured there, so I put you in the hut. Much more comfortable."
In his haste to explain away the guilt she thought he possessed, he had missed the word 'present'. She had brought him a present! He wondered what it was, but didn't let the curiosity cross his face. Despite being objectively completely innocent in his choice to put the injured girl in the hut, he felt slight guilt at the obvious frustration he had caused. To remedy his guilt, he offered tentatively, "Do you want to see my den? Really, it's kind of cluttered." It was true; there were balls of wool stacked along the walls, books stacked on the floor and - oh! He grinned widely as he came to that part of his den in his mind. Grin in place, he looked up to the girl with a look of pure excitement in his eyes and said, "Hey, remember those whale bones we found?" (The ones you tripped over, gosh, you really do hurt yourself a lot!)
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He had been there for her when no one else had. Hemming, the wolf with the odd ways and amazing perspective on life (which she totally didn't appreciate...it made her think about her life and stuff), the one who she had thought was weird and even a little crazy, had turned out to be the opposite. He had turned out to be her hero. It was just plain weird, how her feelings for him had changed. It'd gone from her being so-so about him to her being somewhat friends with him...her to really liking him. She wanted to be around wolves who would help her out when she really needed it, if that time came. Plus, Hemming was actually pretty handsome. She felt like she was seeing him all over again for the first time every time that she laid her blue and yellow eyes on him.
Not one for emotions, though, she tried to keep it to herself. She would give him the present and see how he reacted to it, if he liked it. She learned from his words that he hadn't been trying to trick her, as she'd previously thought (darn...now she had a reason not to hate him). She was about to say something when he offered to show her his den. Addi thought about this for a few scant seconds before nodding, agreeing to see it. What would his den look like, she wondered. She'd give him the present after she saw it--he was probably telling the truth, that it was too cramped, but she'd have to see for herself. And besides. If it was really that cramped, then she'd get to be up close to him. Tight quarters. Distracted by this thought, the girl almost missed his next question. "The whale bones? Yeah, I remember them"
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Standing up as Addison agreed to take a look at his den, Hemming carefully picked up the pieces of his chair. Balancing the partially assembled bit over his shoulder and holding a few other bits in one large hand, he started towards his den, momentarily pointing in the right direction with his free hand. The bones they had found on the beach had made quite a marvellous transformation into a handy shelf, and the male figured the magic might distract the female from her rather violent frustration. Less violence was best, of course, and Hemming felt rather bad for the chair that had been smashed. He would have to fix it up - or clean it up, depending on the damage - and perhaps make a new one for that hut. The Gatlvska didn't want Dawali to see the mess that had been made, as he felt responsible for it; Hemming had brought Addison back to AniWaya himself, and was responsible for her behaviour. Despite a little fretfulness over the chair, he smiled slightly as he walked, balancing the chair on his shoulder and watching as the rainclouds drifted away. It was a nice day to make a chair or guide a tour, but then again, every day seemed to be a nice one. AniWaya, perhaps, was the land of endless good days - Hemming hadn't had a bad one since he had slept there for the first time.
Unlike many of the AniWayans, Hemming lived in a cave instead of a hut, outside of the village. It was perhaps just a consequence of chance - Ember had been the wolf to show him around and help him get started, and she lived in a den, too. Hemming liked the village and would live there if he were starting over, but it would take a while to move all his stuff from his current home without a wheelbarrow or similar tool. The den was rather cozy, too, and though he didn't have a fireplace his own body heat warmed it up fairly quickly due to its small size. The skeleton shelf had been a nice addition and made it tidy and had given a bit of organization to the small room, and certainly made Hemming want to stay there longer. The curved ribs fit almost perfectly along the curved walls, giving lots of shelf space for the amount of space it took up. Books took their place on the canvas shelves, beside a few balls of wool and knitting needles. Things to fuel his knitting obsession were practically taking up all the room, and wool was threatening to engulf the entire den. It was growing and dangerous - Hemming might have to move into a hut just so he had a place to sleep.
"I made something out of them, I'll show you," he said in response to her statement, leading them across the snow. The rain that had fallen had created an icy sheet across the top, and each time Hemming put a foot down it made a rather pleasing crunching noise. Small winter birds, their feathers puffed up with warm air, chattered contentedly in the trees. They were lovely creatures, and Hemming watched them happily.
The two wolves reached his den fairly quickly, and as he ducked through the entrance he said, "Here we are!" It would be tight with both of them in there, but they'd fit for long enough for Addison to get a look around. She would see that it would have been remarkably uncomfortable to stay there while she was injured, and her frustration would melt away. Perfect!
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Addi knew that he liked making things with his hands, as he had spoken of making things out of the whale bones back when they had first found them, but she wasn’t sure how it would look or how good it would turn out. Or what it would be, even. A fence, shelves...She was amazed when she stepped into the cave behind him. The white of the bones sharply contrasted everything else in the room, bringing attention to them. How had he managed to get them to stick into the walls? Plugs on the back of them that stuck into drilled holes in the wall? That was probably how she would have done it. Wanting to get a closer look the brown female moved closer, examining them. She ran her hand along the long bone, nodding her head in approval. It would look better if he had carved a design into the, and turned back to him to tell him so. "I think it could use a few designs..I have some tools back home that I can bring by sometime if you don’t have them. Some little chisels and knives." They were what she used to carve designs on her little beads.
Once she was finished with looking at the shelves she glanced around the rest of his den, looking at all of his little knick-knacks and things. He had been telling the truth about not having much room in here…but she didn’t mind. While she was healing she probably would have, though. When she slept she slept sprawled out as it was, and to be injured at the same time..well, there wouldn’t have been anywhere he could have hidden from her if he had smacked into one of her injuries while she was rolling around in bed. "I like them a lot. They spruce the place up, ya know? And you’re right, this place ain’t got too much room for someone trying to heal. I guess I forgive you." She leaned into him a little bit, pressing up against his side. "I meant to thank you for everything you did...but I got a little distracted. I brought you something." She pulled back a bit to dig a hand down into her pocket, bringing out the necklace to hand to him. ”I guess a necklace ain’t the most manly-ist of things…but the dudes here put feathers in their hair. I hope the necklace is ok.”
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Hemming hadn't been all that concerned with how the shelf stayed attached to the wall. With the curved rib bones running along the back of the structure and a small curved piece flipped upside down on each side as a stand, the shelf seemed to support itself, with just a little of its weight resting on the wall. Three ribs were aligned vertically at a distance, and these were connected by straight bits of the bone to hold them together. From the curved backbone, he had made shelf supports stick straight out. These did not form shelves themselves, as there were only a few of them. Rather, canvas had been folded and sewn to fit around the bones and make a cloth shelf from each bony support to the next. They weren't the most rigid shelves, but they were strong and held a lot of weight. Despite having lived in the water, the whale had invested a lot of energy into making its bones. It was a huge and remarkable beast, and merely having the shelf in his den made Hemming feel like his home was larger. Indeed, his home was Earth, and it was filled with many magnificent beasts. Plants, too, were amazing things, and even they could grow as large as whales did.
The girl's suggestion was a good one, and her offer made Hemming's face light up a bit. "That would be splendid!" he said with a grin. Of course, he would have to practice on a scrap piece of bone, first; he wasn't about to take a blade to his masterpiece without some experimentation. A few intricate designs would make it very nice, indeed, and would liven up the smooth white bone. It would be a disservice to the beautiful beast that had possessed these things to let them go less beautiful than they could possibly be. Perhaps he would do something with the cloth that made up the shelves, too. They would look nice if they were dyed in a deep purple. This was a skill he had yet to learn and develop before putting it to work. The canvas sheets would be easier to make again, though, and wouldn't be as big a loss as the bones. For now the structure seemed rather plain, but beautiful in a natural way.
He beamed at Addison's compliments. She was the first one to have seen it in its completed form, and he was glad that his pride was justified. Though he didn't feel that he required forgiveness, as he hadn't done anything wrong, the wolf felt slightly pleased at this, too. Frustration lost was happiness gained - or something like that.
The wolf felt slightly odd as the other leaned into him, wondering if this behaviour was normal. He didn't wonder long, though, distracted by the necklace that Addison was now exposing. With a pleased gasp, Hemming said, "Golly! It's fantastic!" He grinned and picked it from her hand timidly, holding the thing up to eye level to see it better. "That's a crab, isn't it?" he asked rhetorically. Of course, it was a reminder of the first time they had met. Handing it back to her, turning around, and bending his knees so he didn't stand so high above her, he asked, "Can you put it on me?"
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"Yeah, it's a crab." She said quietly, nodding. It had taken her a while to figure out how to get the hole into the bones and to find the right kind of string that would be able to support them. The stuff felt kind of scratchy, but he had fur that would protect him from it. When he turned and bent she unclasped the necklace, putting it around his neck and clipping it together in the back. Leaning over him like that, so close, made her heart thump uncomfortably in her chest, pounding in her ears as she pulled back a bit.
As soon as she had stepped back, however, she felt drawn forward again. She wrapped her arms around him as best she could from behind, trying to hug him, nose pressed up against his fur. He smelled really good for some reason, especially today. She felt like she couldn't help herself. Hugging that tight did put pressure on her wound, but it was only a very slight pain...and it didn't bother her too much.
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