Incubus wasn’t normally the type to participate in such childish games but there was an obsessive tick in his brain drawing him to do everything these familiars had to offer. Perhaps it was a way to make up for lost time. An attempt at being a part of the community in some way without shoving himself at packs, building a straw Wolf sounded heaps better. Pink and blue eyes scanned the area as he silently moved his way to an opens spot. The name did his best to stay out of anyones way as he slinked by but he did eye the other participants up a bit. There was a healthy mix of pups and adults which made him feel a bit better about entering into the activity in the first place. As he reached his spot Incubus dropped a decently preserved Coyote skin that he had been lugging around in his jaws. It was from the Coyote he killed not too long ago after being ambushed in the middle of a nap. The pelt was the normal mix of sandy tones as well as some deeper browns, nothing special by any means. But, he thought to decorate the straw Wolf with it in some way. Some of the scraggly ends could be torn off and used as leg cuffs while the bulk of it could be laid over it’s back. But first he needed to construct it. Incubus slinked his way towards the piles of straw. the beast took a moment to appraise the various materials provided to help the construction. For the moment he decided to just grab a big heap of straw and carried it back to his spot, it was only a short distance so he made a few more trips until he had enough to start with. Incubus stared at the straw for about a whole minute before getting to work. He decided to just start bunching up the straw to form it’s body. Inky paws moved to push straw to form his base. The Wolf was to be in the prone position so in the beginning he aimed for a long rectangular form. Speech

Desponia actually did not intend to participate in this whole weirdness. She had every intention of just putting her head down and pushing through the steppe, but the familiars were skilled herders it seemed and before she even knew what was happening someone had shoved some straw into her mouth and was pushing her toward an open spot. Or well... Open was a pretty fluid term apparently as she watched helplessly as a familiar man sat down but the familiar who was pushing her was somehow much stronger than she'd normally assume and she stumbled towards the black and white man. Her mouth full of straw so she couldn't even say anything as she managed to catch her balance right in front of him. She narrowed her eyes and dropped her straw and fell into a seating position, glancing around at what other wolves were doing and she glared down at her straw. She wasn't exactly interested in making a good doll but it seemed she'd been somewhat voluntold into participating in the event so she might as well try. She did not speak to the man, though she clearly was carefully watching him as he worked, idly starting to push her own straw into a basic boxy shape for a torso. ""

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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?” Speech

Her own straw wolf was absolutely not nearly as nice or structured as the man's. She bit down on her frustration and decided to at least just be happy that they could work in silence for a long while, it got a little bit easier to figure out how to shape the straw as time went on, she'd found twine within her straw too and had started strategically clipping it with her fangs to tying parts of the straw into more manageable bundles, or to make more shapely. Her's was absolutely going to look more stylized than the man's and Desponia decided she would just have to be okay with that, she hadn't even wanted to be here in the first place so why was she so frustrated with her clumsy construction? But she was, at least a little bit. Finally, the man spoke and Desponia turned her bright pink gaze on him, the shade of her eyes more vibrant than his own pink but, though she'd never say it out loud, she still had to admit his gaze was striking against his otherwise plain appearance. "Would red be too on the nose?" She asked dryly, by way of her suggestion. It seemed fitting at least, a demonic color for a tradition she certainly felt was at least a little creepy. ""

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Incubus continued to stare at the head of his creation until her response was heard. "Would red be too on the nose?" A small chuckle was let forth as his eyes flicked to her for a moment before nodding. "Let's see what I can find." The male got up and sauntered over to the various provided bits and bobs to decorate your creation. Inc looked the items over until his focus landed on a pile of berries. He leaned down and gently scooped them up with his jaws to carry them over to their spot. After sitting down Inc dropped the berries in front of him. Very gently the beast separated two singular berries before trying to put them where he figured eyes should be. Both took a few attempts and a lot of fiddling but eventually they were in. "He has the smallest eyes I have ever seen on a Wolf, but I am not doing that shit again." Incubus accessed the doll. "This thing is not going home with me." A small chuckle was heard before he returned to working on the thing. He carried on pressing the straw together. For the legs he had to borrow Des' idea to utilize some twine in bunching the staw together. He did the same with the tail in a few different spots. After the doll was constructed and he was somewhat happy with it Incubus grabbed his Coyote pelt. First he ripped off a few of the long scraggly pieces that were once legs and wrapped them around the doll's legs as if they were fur bracers. Next he laid the rest of it over the creation to act as a cloak. After a few adjustments Inc took a step back to look over the finished product. He laughed gently and shook his head, "They are going to be looking for the pup who made this atrocity." He never claimed to be good at stuff like this. Speech

It seemed her suggestion worked just as well in his mind and she watched him as he walked off to try and find something to give his doll red eyes. Desponia for her part kept working on her own doll, grumbling in her head as she struggled to get the legs to look right, pulling out straw then realizing she'd pulled out too much and having to start over on each leg until her little straw wolf could just barely stand on it's own. Incubus returned and seemed to struggle with his own wolf, but Desponia kept her focus on her little figure, the tail was easy enough, she just shoved a little bundle of straw up the add of the torso but the neck and head gave her a bit more trouble. She was just at the point of deciding it was "good enough" when Incubus spoke. And despite herself Desponia laughed, or well, she snorted. She couldn't have said when she'd last actually laughed, if ever but the sound that exploded from her nose was clearly still in amusement. "I think luckily for us, they don't expect us to take them home." He voice was dry but there was a bare hint of amusement in her tone. Incubus may have been the first wolf on Boreas to hear anything but distain or bordom from her. Probably better not to look too deep into that. "Oh, you don't plan to sign your work?" She said sacastically, digging a claw into the dirt and giving her doll two unevenly sized eyes and deciding that was good enough. ""

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