Maktane finished his carving and showed it to Vixen, "So... What do you think?" The figure was of an older man, maybe around his 30's. The figure had short spiky hair, a broad and strong stature, and a large muscle build. "I know... He looks nothing like me, but none of my sibling do. I was the odd one out in my family." He looked over at Vixen and cracked a small smile, "He was the one who taught me how to carve." His grip becoming a bit tighter on the wooden figure of his brother. His look became soft, "He was the only one who was nice to me... Or even talked to me for that matter." He shook his head slightly trying to hold back the tears forming in his eyes. He smiled, "You two would of hit it off quickly if you could have meet him... He was always good around people."