05-31-2020, 04:01 AM
'The meteor didn't do much to the majority of our forest, but its force knocked down a good amount of trees in the westernmost reaches of our territory, especially towards the Typhoon; I'm guessin' this is because of gravity or somethin', since it was really low in the atmosphere at this point. Those fallen trees make for exceptional lumber, so your task is to haul back as much wood as you can. Like what I said to Snarl, feel free to enlist some helping hands. Ya should bring some saws to cut the wood smaller (but not too small), and find a sled so that ya can move it easily.'
Bloodhound set off in search of a sled, something sturdy and able to carry logs of wood. They started their search at the farm first, finding a few saws, hoping that at least one of them may help, as well as an axe. No time like the present, to find out if cutting trees using an axe was viable as a wolf.
Bloodhound found a sled too, it was worn and old, but they figured it would do the trick. They made sure to grab some rope as well, and tossed their assortment of tools into the sled. It was midday by the time they set out, snatching up the handle of the sled in their jaws, their mask pushed up to their forehead so they could see and breathe easier, tugging the sled along through the forest and fields, to the edge of the territory.
Some of the felled tress here, were caught against other trees, branches tangled, trunks tense as the ground refused to yield. Bloodhound picked up the axe in their maw, swinging their head down to try and cut a notch into one of the trunks. They very quickly realized that this wasn't.... ideal.
Bloodhound switched then, to a handsaw, gripping the handle in their large teeth and forcing the serrated edge into the wood itself, sawing back and forth, until the tension split the trunk the rest of the way. They sawed the tree itself into segments, large enough to be useful, but not too large that it would be impossible to transport. They returned then, to the sled, grabbing the length of rope, and took their time to weave it around the branches on one of the segments. They then pulled the log right onto the sled, and tore the branches off with their teeth, spitting out the splinters.
Bloodhound took a break, as that had been a bit of a daunting task as it was, with the sun beating down on them in the absence of standing trees, with the heat rising steadily. They coughed and panted heavily, taking refuge in the shade. They would rest, for a little bit, before beginning to haul their load back into the town.
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Bloodhound set off in search of a sled, something sturdy and able to carry logs of wood. They started their search at the farm first, finding a few saws, hoping that at least one of them may help, as well as an axe. No time like the present, to find out if cutting trees using an axe was viable as a wolf.
Bloodhound found a sled too, it was worn and old, but they figured it would do the trick. They made sure to grab some rope as well, and tossed their assortment of tools into the sled. It was midday by the time they set out, snatching up the handle of the sled in their jaws, their mask pushed up to their forehead so they could see and breathe easier, tugging the sled along through the forest and fields, to the edge of the territory.
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Some of the felled tress here, were caught against other trees, branches tangled, trunks tense as the ground refused to yield. Bloodhound picked up the axe in their maw, swinging their head down to try and cut a notch into one of the trunks. They very quickly realized that this wasn't.... ideal.
Bloodhound switched then, to a handsaw, gripping the handle in their large teeth and forcing the serrated edge into the wood itself, sawing back and forth, until the tension split the trunk the rest of the way. They sawed the tree itself into segments, large enough to be useful, but not too large that it would be impossible to transport. They returned then, to the sled, grabbing the length of rope, and took their time to weave it around the branches on one of the segments. They then pulled the log right onto the sled, and tore the branches off with their teeth, spitting out the splinters.
Bloodhound took a break, as that had been a bit of a daunting task as it was, with the sun beating down on them in the absence of standing trees, with the heat rising steadily. They coughed and panted heavily, taking refuge in the shade. They would rest, for a little bit, before beginning to haul their load back into the town.
THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.
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BLOODHOUND || THEY/THEM || WOLF || BIO
BLOODHOUND || THEY/THEM || WOLF || BIO