((Please forgive my typo's, I'm doing this at work))
Cymeck was in the shade of a tree near the temple. The male malu was fairly average in stature but his orange and teal coloring made him stand out, especially considering that despite the high sun and heat he was pacing back and forth, picking up stick and putting them in a pile near the base of the tree. The task looked menial enough but his eyes were focused and serious, as though what he was doing were incredibly important to his immediate future.
Once all the sticks in the area were gathered into his pile he began to correct what had been bothering him all along. The rejected pieces of the tree had scattered randomly and obviously they should have been in different areas based on their size and thickness. The job he had undertaken was to help correct this oversight made by nature. This task was complemented by the leaves he had already sorted and arranged in a far more pleasing pattern.
It was obvious to other malu in the pack why he didn’t really get out much.
