Strange and Unusual Prey

It was unusual for a cat to be putting in so much work for something like this. Though one would not call Irving normal, making a pen was definitely outside of it. His usual tactics were kept to small snares and deadfalls. Something of this sort was way out of his zone. Nonetheless, he would try as best he could to get it done. Where he normally hunted was practically void of any animals at all. They too had run scared for a different place. Uncertainty claimed their consciousnesses as they tried to flee. All of it made him feel unsettled, but not enough to let himself starve.

Completely focused on his very large task at paw, he barely noticed the older wolf approach. It wasn't until the male was speaking did Irving looked up with wide blue eyes. Startled at first, he freezes and listens. With a log half-rolled to start working and finishing the entrance, he looked at his makeshift pen and then back to the wolf. "Yes, it was me," there is obvious hesitancy in his voice as his long tail twitches behind him. "The prey is acting funny," his voice is slow and careful as he turns to fully face the wolf. Could he trust the canine?

As much as he wanted to shoo the much larger predator away, he wasn't one to turn down help. Crafting the pen was a pain and moving the larger logs was extremely cumbersome for someone of his size. If he had help, they could catch bigger or more prey and then there would be enough to share. Still, Irving hesitates and he is unsure. A few moments of awkward silence lapse before he lets out a sigh. "Okay, but no funny business. I'm starved and need this to work," there is a clip to his tone as his ears slide backward for a moment.

"The walls are pretty much finished. Need to finish the opening so they can't slide back out," he picks up a paw and points it toward where the opening was. Already, half of one side was constructed, but it was obvious that he was struggling to finish the last bit of it.

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