Rock Collecter

The women seemed vary friendly and more then happy to help which would make this task go quicker and easier. There was a lot of ground here and even though he wouldn't be able to carry all these stones home tonight, making a pile of the rest would do. She added her condolences for the one who was buried and he smiled, but shook his head.

"I made a new friend when I first came here and she had buried her mother there so I wanted to do something special for the grave." he explained. "But Thank you."

He didn't want to forget his manners, she was offering condolence and he didn't want to ignore it. His blue eyes looked to her pretty bird that had perched itself on her shoulder, curious about the creature and how they managed to work together. Companions had always been an interesting subject to him, but he never had one before. She then spoke of another grave, one of her friends and it drew his attention.

"Oh? Where at specifically? I don't want to disturb the site," he asked.

It would be another place he would mark off limits if his ambitions of starting a pack became reality, he did not want to disturb the dead. His eyes watched as she focused on a stone that when she moved showed intricate and pretty patterns of blue in it. He smiled his tail wagging as she pushed it towards him. He nodded in a quiet thank you before introducing herself.

"Nice to meet the both of you! I'm Branch Wreckage and that stone would be perfect!" he said with a smile before getting it into his leather bag.


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