From The Start

Patience was a feathure he has learned since his yearling days, learning to keep the stress levels under controll. He didnt want to lose his cool too quick, to let emotions to affect his capability of ating logicaly in the different situations that could arise. And as he waited for the female to answer, he sat down while his eyes contemplated the materials she had,to perhaps try guessing what was up in her mind. Was she going to craft? If she was, he wanted to help out, whatever was for the pack's betterment he was up to the task.

Nodding to her first instruction, he used his paws to keep the wood together, hopping to do so close enough for making it easier for her to nail them. And as she did, he took the opportunity to watch with critical expression. One always learned a new thing, and whichever chance he had to learn any new skill, he wasn't going to let any detail slip away. Then, she had a wheel into her jaws, telling him to help with that as well. Wasting no time, he moved to held that into its place while she worked on it.

And now that he had a more clear view of what she was doing, he figured out it was a cart. That could be very useful for a variety of things, from carrying meat from far away hunts, to herbs and even materials to build. He was happy to help. Even if he didn't show that in his cold eyes.

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Narrative. "Dialogue." 'Monologue.'