There sat a beastkin, all alone on the bench in silence. He had a piece of wood in one hand, and a combat knife in the other. His strokes were swift as he carved onto the wood, shaping it into some kind of creature in his mind. His motion was nonchalant, almost in a trance as if he was deep in thought. Until, his lynx ears seemed to perk up slightly, noticing a presence nearby.

"....."