[i]My first lesson. Hopefully this is less futile than magic.[/i] Fendros thought. He got up, holding the blanket and taking it with him. He had to press one hand to his head and stay still for a moment after he got up. His blood loss had given him a splitting headache.

Remaining sullen and quiet, Fendros sat down, complied with Meesei and tried to work the leather into a loincloth under her instruction, keeping the blanket wrapped around him. Thankfully, the pattern was not particularly difficult to follow, but putting holes in the leather caused him to slip and cut himself accidentally on a couple of occasions, and some holes were difficult to place without cutting too close to the edge or so far into the hide that the hole would be torn to the edge. About halfway through the lesson, he noticed the eyes of some other pack members checking on him, he could hear some sniggering when he cut himself for the umpteenth time. Perhaps he wasn't made for needlework after all.

It took Fendros a couple of hours to make something serviceable, and it caused him no end of frustration, but it took his mind off home for a while. With some adjustments, Fendros finally finished something that fit him somewhat comfortably. He had a feeling that the days of wearing finely made silks and cottons afforded by his parents' business were all but over.

"Hmm, now I see why tailors get paid so much." Fendros said, looking between his new covering and his hands, which look like they had been ravaged by a housecat. He looked up at his mentor, "I think I would like to see if I can find my belongings now."

Part of Fendros was starting to accept his fate, but he mostly felt like a prisoner. There was a big part of him that wanted to fins his possessions so that he might get his bearings in the forest. To have a glimpse of escape. Rationally, he knew he could not simply run home without repercussions, but his hope didn't agree with that sentiment.