Eltrys sat beneath a sycamore, crouched over a large log of wood. He had borrowed an old knife from someone and was carefully carving into the log to form the crude shape of a wolf lying down. Her head over long elegant legs. It was the first time he had carved anything but it was coming out all right he believed. The proportions may have been a little askew.
He growled as he pulled a large curl of wood from its back. He was trying to focus on the statue but his mind kept meandering elsewhere. How could that have gone better... He wondered if his presence at the meeting with Gilgamesh escalated the bully into lashing out. The raid king had trespassed... Hmmm.... A low frustrated growl entered the clearing again as he swatted away some of the wood chips from his work and set the knife to carve out the tail. A delicate form caught the corner of his eye as he pulled the knife closer, Haydee? Shuish! A bloom of blood from the knife on his paw spread over his work. He hissed in pain and scowled as he looked at the cut.
He looked again at the ghost in the corner of his eye, not a ghost, nor the leader of Ethne, but the small crimson healer that had also appeared at the meeting.
"Good timing..." He spoke as she approached, perhaps a little more gruffly than he had intended, "I seem to have slipped with the knife."