Chuckles had completed his mission. It was time to head back. The walk through the forest was short, and he quickly found the firelight of the camp. Shuffling out of the shade, he looked around. The woman seemed to have an armfull of... something long and thin. Chuckles didn't quite know what they were. Looking in front of her was the big man that Master told him to listen to. Master was asleep by the fire. Well... now what? For now he guessed he'd wait for another order. 

He stood silently. Minutes passed. But no orders were given. Maybe he simply couldn't hear anybody. He shuffled closer to Alberich. He seemed to be making things out of a tree. Master never made things out of trees. He usually didn't make things. He liked to look at things though. Chuckles stared intently at the wood. Picking up one of the logs, he sat down and began to copy Alberich. Shaving the end of the logs with his large claws. Slowly. Methodically. Chuckles wondered what the man was making. The log the man was holding was almost looked like a long claw. Why was he making a tree-claw? Did the other trees need claws? Maybe he needed a claw? People like master didn't have very good claws. So the man was making claws. That much he knew. But for who? He decided to wait and continue to help making a tree-claw. Until he got another order that is.

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