Ranuk's hands were vaguely shaped like an elves, in that he had four distinct fingers with all the appropriate joints that bent the correct way and a thumb, but that's where the similarities ended. His hand was comparable to a bear's in girth, and like a bear his palm and fingertips contained tough pads, thick and calloused as he tended to walk on all fours. The pads were black in color except for two smudges of delicate pink on his littlest finger, nearly forming a heart.<br/><br/>The grass box was minuscule in his palm, and he used his other hand to very delicately touch the box with his claw tip. It bounced and rolled a little, and Ranuk's tails gave a little shuddering flick in pleasure, his version of a genuine smile.<br/><br/>It had no use really, no purpose. Too small to even be a proper toy to children, but it was clever and cute and Ranuk found himself utterly charmed by it. And its creator.<br/><br/>"Used to make flower crowns," Ranuk admitted as he stared down at the little box. Unak had taught him how and they would try to outdo each other by making the most obnoxious arrangements. Unak always won because Ranuk's crowns tended to fell apart. Even when his hands were little, he had lacked a delicate touch.<br/><br/>He never taught his children the skill. Most of the plants were poisonous in the swamp, and those that weren't were too precious to waste.