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Cor decided to visit with Rep the war chieftain and after much thought and deliberation, put together a small offering for the man. He didn't get the opportunity to speak with him often, but now was more dire than ever and it felt somehow disrespectful to go empty handed.

He wasn't the craftiest horseman though, so his efforts turned out to be a strange sort of doll with feathers sticking out of it. Clearly an attempt at a bird, but birds aren't four-legged.

Cor wandered in through the doorway and smiled at the clearly distracted horseman. He certainly knew how to live, even when supposedly working. He cleared his throat carefully, hoping not to be interrupting anything too terribly important with his presence. "Sir?" He added cautiously.

Cor seemed relieved by Rep's casual response to him just wandering in off the streets. He held the strange plush in his hands, nervously shifting it from one hand to the other.

"I was wondering if there was any word on the crystal yet? Famine doesn't seem to have an answer, and I wondered if our clan was any closer?"

When brains failed, usually brawn took over. It felt both strange and unnerving to realize neither may be the answer. At the very least, Rep seemed to be as uncomfortable about it as he was and that in itself was of some comfort.

Misery loves company.

"yeah, I figured as much," Cor conceded. "It's just hard to believe no one knows anything." It felt... empty. Like going to place your foot on the last step of stairs only to find nothing is there. It left a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach.

At the question, Cor looked surprised and then looked to the plush as well and then back at Rep. "I, uh, made it for your youngest? Maybe? Do they like plushes?" He wasn't sure and suddenly was regretting his offering choice. Perhaps he should have bought something instead? "I tried to make them a bird but I just couldn't seem to get the shape right..." he came closer and held it up so Rep could see it better.

"Foals, amIrite?" There was a quick flicker of relief in Cors eyes before he came even closer to set the plush on Rep's desk. "I am hopeful I will get better at it in any case. I want them to look more like what is in my head - and not -" He pointed at the plush. "-not quite that."

"At least if it comes to it, I get the feeling there will be an amazing battle to be had. One we will surely win." They had to win, anyway. They were a mighty race, one and all. The thought that they might not, was immediately banished as it did nothing but concern him further and right now he was enjoying life. He had it all, anyway. A family, plenty of resources, jobs to do, a lot of prey to hunt. He even had time on his claws for hobbies.

"I trust your mates are doing well, too? Everyone seems to be completely fine aside from forgetting yesterday." Which, worrisome aside, was not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things.