I Found It! It's My Stick!

Morendo lingered in the shelter of one of the trees near the beaver dams while he tried to wait out the rain before he made his way back to the island. He enjoyed coming out here to stretch his legs and listen to the different kind of birds that resided on the mainland, but the now frequent rains were putting a damper on his wandering and adventures. The rain itself did have a bit of a musical quality to it and he enjoyed finding the beats in the pattering of it against the leaves and ground, but he'd still rather be warm and dry and making his own rhythms than sitting out here in the rain. Getting wet was unavoidable unless he found a den to duck into, but for now the tree was keeping the worst of it off of him.

In the distance he spotted some movement and he watched as his brother made his way out to one of the washed away structures that had been turned into little more than a big pile of sticks. With a lack of anything else more interesting to pay attention to, Morendo watched as Strix started to pick up and move some of the sticks, clearing up the area a bit and fixing the mess the heavy rains had caused. He felt like he ought to get up and help his brother, but he didn't particularly want to. He wasn't sure why Strix had decided to do this sort of thing in the rain, but he just shrugged a little and decided his brothers were all a bit illogical—not really a revelation for him, but this was at least proof.

Then he watched from his tree cover as Strix picked up another stick and stopped before putting it down in the pile with the rest. He seemed to notice something interesting and moved away from the pile he was making and instead started swinging the stick like a sword, as if he was genuinely testing out the piece of wood to see if it could be a valuable weapon. Morendo watched him for a long moment with a raised brow before sighing softly and shaking his head with a chuckle. It didn't exactly look like his idea of a good time, swinging a stick around in the rain, but he was tired of waiting for the rain to stop and he knew if he got up to head back toward the island then Strix would see him and interacting with his brother would be unavoidable. It became a situation of if "you can't beat them join them" and finally Morendo stood and walked over to where Strix was practicing with his new "weapon". He picked up a decent looking stick from the pile and gave it a test swing before coming to stand in front of Strix in a battle ready stance, giving him a bit of a smirk around the stick in his mouth.

WC: 495
Total: 802 / 1500

"Morendo Klein"