To Whom It May Concern

Movement from further down the hill caught his eye, and he watched as his uncle slowly climbed the hill towards him. His wolverine sat impatiently, claws tapping the rock as he waited for the older wolf to join them. "Can he move any slower?" He grunted. "I think he can. He is pretty old ain't he? Not as young as us eh?" He looked at his companion and grinned, but the grump didn't look amused. "Boy, I hope you didn't drag us out in this heat for nothing." Ignis turned his attention to his uncle, tail thumping against the ground, "Now why would I do that?" He grinned again. He stood and moved on top of the rock, crimson gaze looking towards his uncle's. "Actually, I do need your help with something."

He placed his paw on the bundle and sat down, waiting until his uncle caught his breath and was in a slightly better mood. "I wanna make something for Actaea. I think she deserves something nice...especially after...ya know, all the crap that's happened." He knew his sister was working as hard as he was with her training. And he hoped that this gesture would show that he appreciated her and everything that she did. He felt like he sucked at showing his appreciation sometimes, but he wasn't quite sure what to do. He knew his uncle had an interest in making things, which was why he had called him out here in the first place.