Energetic|Systematic|Creative|Ingenius

This male has inscribed himself with runes that produce a pale light, better to aid him in his scavenging. Poking under rocks, sifting through piles of leaves, maybe getting into situations with certain ground dwelling mustelids that left a few choice scars on his snout. His limpid blue eyes are keen, sharp even for their lack of pupil you can tell when he is focused. He is, a, well calling him an inventor would be kind. He can usually be found, if not scavenging through debris, putting said debris together with sap or twine to form, sculptures? He claims they are complex, working machines but only he seems to know how they work.

Not only is he proliferant with his inventions he is also giving, more than one of the amalgamations can be found in the private dens of the clan members. Lavishing his gifts upon those who don't dare to make the polite refusals that excuse you from receiving these prizes he prances about happily, four eyes scoping for more materials.


He curled and uncurled under the slanted gaze of the judgemental looking bog. He was nervous, holding a very sap encrusted mishmash of twigs vaguely in the shape of a triangle. He adjusted a few twigs as he waited for the female to speak. When she moved he nearly jumped out of his runes, an audible gasp and a high pitched squeak announcing his departure from the ground. It didn't come from his lips. Deftly she plucked the triangle from his claws, and he watched as it began to work in the exact fashion he had intended, his jaw dropping to hang open. She spoke forcefully as the sap heated, melted, and engulfed the sticks. It coalesced into a fist sized gem the color of the sap, glowing faintly from within. Like the fuse of a firework the line burnt in a slow spiral around the stone, the smaller lines coming off quickly. Her voice was deep, heavy with truth. "The one you call for will answer you, do not give up. Your skills will save a life, your four eyes will forsee the events and stop them before they transpire, do not lose hope. You are surrounded by many, but feel alone. This is not true, for like leaves on a tree you are all part of the same. Persevere small one, your hearts are large."