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They were eager to show off their progress, but as they heard Beau's voice, the troublemaker turned-- the squirel tail dangling between their teeth. Their lips twitched into a cheeky little grin and they tossed the squirrel tail down, wriggled into their den just long enough to pull out a series of stones, which were tied with grasses.

Wrecker settled down, worked the stones in their paws, and began to twine them with the squirrel tail, which was clearly some sort of padding. "Sorta, eh? It's a bracelet." They wound fur between strands of grass. "I figure, hey. A gift."

Something playful glittered in their gaze. "But I bet our lot would look real fashion forward if we ran around with bracelets and such, yeah? Other packs looking at us going oh, shit, they're so fancy!"