[ Conversely, gifts are simply not a part of his life, beyond the occasional practicality of a new blade or something of the sort. So it's a little startling when one comes his way. Startling, but not unwelcome. He tucks everything with care into his room, except for the meat and the hat, both of which go to the wolf.
She need not wait to visit to see how the wolf looks in it; it'll soon find its way to her club, jaunty fucking hat and all. In its mouth is a small straw-stuffed white wolf of its own likeness—made of what feels like actual wolf hair, and glittering collar included—but notably, a chain is wrapped around the toy's neck with a single wyvern tooth attached. Not the real thing, of course, but it's as close as it'll ever come in the Horizon, down to a hairline crack in the fang.
No note is attached but—he's obviously not forgotten their first conversation. ]
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She need not wait to visit to see how the wolf looks in it; it'll soon find its way to her club, jaunty fucking hat and all. In its mouth is a small straw-stuffed white wolf of its own likeness—made of what feels like actual wolf hair, and glittering collar included—but notably, a chain is wrapped around the toy's neck with a single wyvern tooth attached. Not the real thing, of course, but it's as close as it'll ever come in the Horizon, down to a hairline crack in the fang.
No note is attached but—he's obviously not forgotten their first conversation. ]