[u]Repose Outside Alpha's sparrowhawk, 1930 hours[/u] [i]Crack!..........Crack!........Crack![/i] The sound of an axe emanated from where alpha had set up camp next to his sparrowhawk, an axe cutting into wood more specifically, as alpha split wood alone, a small fire burning next to the craft, illuminating the darkening area those who saw him noted that ever since his encounter with silver, his horns had grown till they were each a foot long, arching down behind his head, and his eyes........his eyes were quite fearsome to behold, since the whites had turned pitch black, and the irises and pupils had been replaced with a white glowing slit, which apparently served the same function, as the darted from place to place as he worked he stopped after he had split some logs, and placed them by the firepit he had constructed, sitting down next to it and poking the already-burning logs with an iron poker made from the remnants of one of the pieces of debris that the small craft had left behind he put the poker down and sighed, wiping off the front of his black t-shirt ((which had a delta rune emblazoned on the front)) and then dusting off his jeans, the claws on his hands making scuffing noises as they brushed across the denim ((open))