I say my arms are much too tired

They drift quietly through the Garden, ears forward and head high. Wrecker has made a bit of a shopping list, because there are a great few things that they want to create.

Close, when the air and wind blows right, Wrecker can smell pack markers. They've been picking their way slowly through Auster, because the Falls are home, but they know their task.

The slick-furred wolf raises up, just enough to grab at a low-hanging tree branch. Wrecker grunts and twists, stripping bark in chunks from the dying branch-- these will make excellent edges for a paw-bracelet.