Francis took his sketchpad from his notebook and sketched as he sat. He needed to improve his sunstick, as he called it. He also kinda wanted to impress Raven - he felt like he had made a fool of himself in front of her. He sighed, stopped for a moment, and started furiously sketching - he had an idea.<br/><br/>Wolf came walked back to the long house with a bouquet of flowers - he had picked her favorites. He set them down on a table, checked it off his list, and set off into the woods again to hunt for lunch.