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”Ani? Good, that’s even better,” It was, after all, a great compromise both for the game they were playing, and for use in daily life. He loved her name, and thought it suited her well- but what might also suit her well was a nickname that could be shouted across a distance, or in the midst of laughter. 

Her suggestion for his name had him bellowing with laughter, and he reached out to give her shoulder an approving, gentle punch with his paw. It made him feel great to be called Uncle. ”Uncle Norbert it is!” he said, once he’d cured himself of his chuckles. ”Lemme just grab aaaaaah,” 

They needed something to carry the pebbles in. He definitely needed to visit Kukutux again, and bring her an offering in exchange for another lesson on turning a squirrel or a fox or something into a pelt that could be used as a pouch. He found a couple broad dock leaves that would work for now, though. 

He put them on the ground, and scuffled the pebbles onto them. On the larger one, he scooted his four, and one of hers- and on the other he put the three smaller pebbles. 

He thought about it for a moment, and then shook his head. The leaves looked slightly rumpled even from him just putting the pebbles on them. He gazed around, and when he saw the old log with its bark dried and loose, he made a quiet, happy noise. He bounded over and pulled off two sections of bark- stiff, slightly curved, but perfect for the purpose he needed them for.

”So-“ he began, as he felt he owed her an explanation. ”We just need to carry these pebbles in there, I think this’ll be the easiest way if I put your pebbles on this piece of bark, like this, and mine on this one-“ He explained, shuffling the pebbles from the leaves and onto the bark. ”An’ voila- now we got a couple of good pebble-carriers. Just gonna hafta carefully pick it up, an’ walk real careful. Once we get into the lair, I’ll show ya what to do next. Sound good, Ani?” He asked, grinning.