chimarii
Grump grump grump, there was no law that said being one with the world meant he couldn't have his own complaints. The horseboil tried not to pout while he pulled the fabric taut over his workplace. "The tree has no control over when the leaves fall, but can only replace the lost leaves when the spring thaw comes." he chided back, rifling through a pile of loose fur swatches and picking through them.
occasionally there would be one that catch his eye, a little squint of the eye and it being returned back to the pile for one that was even better. He was going to find the right one. There was always the chance that its owner may not appreciate it, but he knew that both his sister and himself would not do a half assed job on their craft. No matter how impatient the client. He gave his sister a haughty look before shrugging his shoulders and returning back to the search. "I know not dear sister." he said with a sigh, the right swatch was in his grasp. a wonderful blend of the tones of fur trim colors that got the seal of approval from him.
Though he was sure his uppity sister might make a complaint for the heck out of it. "Maybe they enjoy celebrate the act of murder more than we ever could. " a pause bloated between them. "Or maybe they are..... what is the word? Kinky?"