Play to the beat of the drum ;; gift basket making

[Cobra]

A promotion was given to him and now he was going to make sure things were well taken care of. They had one enemy, but plenty of other neutrals to buddy up to. After all, it was not a bad idea to have many friends. If a war broke out they could play sides and form even better bonds. So many groups. So many chances at good ties. The dark lion moved from his home and settled in the sun.

A loud yawn escaped him before he set to work again. He was weaving baskets and setting them to the side. One for each group. All but the Emerald Isles. The male was almost done with that, but he would have to decide what went in them. Perhaps some bone daggers and cooked food. He could maybe get some eggs from his personal coop.

He paused in his work to eye the last basket in his paws.

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☽ sometimes i sleep all day