look like you are having fun

Incubus was carefully packing in the straw to form a good sturdy base as a flash of purple swept his attention away from the project. Pink and blue eyes fell upon a somewhat familiar Wolf being seemingly harassed by one of the familiars. The male silently observed with a raised brow as she stumbled his way. Incubus did not react to her instability but merely watched as she hesitantly began to assist him. A small smug grin shamelessly slithered its way across his lips before getting back to work.

After grabbing another heap of straw and setting it down in front of him Incubus began to for the Wolf’s neck. Gently he pushed the straw together to be thick enough to stand on its own. With that he moved onto the head. This was the hard part and a few little sighs and maybe even a curse under his breath could be heard from time to time. But after a while it began to resemble that of a Wolves head. Incubus took a moment to look at his work, assuming she was taking care of the body and rump of the doll. He remained silent through the entire process until a question manifested itself into baritone vocals, “What color eyes should the little beastie have?”

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