Outside of the arts and crafts center, a curious little werewolf, intrigued by the scent of paint glue and dehydrated wood, began to sniff the air. "What could that be?" Mutt thought as he aproached the scents. It wasnt uncommon for humans to have strange things, but what could they possibly be doing with all these strange things? "Perhaps they are building something? But what could it be?"

A few moments of walking through the forest, and a transformation back into his human state took him behind the arts and crafts center. There he quickly rummaged through his bag for clothes, dressed himself in a ragged pair of shorts, and a leather wrist band, and got ready to go inside. Without waisting further time, he went into the building full of people building crafts or resting their heads upon tables. He stood in the doorway letting his nose asses the situation. "What are those?" He states, laying eyes upon the birdhouses.

His brain thinks long and hard trying to wrap around the idea of what they could possibly be.