Moonstones and Moonlight [Red]
05-29-2019, 05:30 PM
She responded to him in his own first tongue, capturing his attention completely. He raised his brows and grinned toothily at her. "is é an onóir an onóir," he returned in the same language, with a simple bow of his head. The honor is mine.
He listened as she began to speak of the wall's origins. He had to smile st her plaint of pups still finding ways out. "They so often do," he said with a rumbling chuckle, though his mind was distant, caught up in the architecture once more. "My father could rarely keep my siblings and I in pack bounds when we had a mind to get up to mischief, king or no."
"Hm, yes," he mused. "Human dwellings seem to have rarely been made of dry stacked stone, and even with something to hold it together they seemed to shape them first. I have had some success replicating more primitive human methods of joining the stone, but I'm afraid I havent tried to replicate their methods of shaping. Paws, after all." He smiled, spreading his large forepaws in demonstration. Even with sturdy, pronounced dewclaws he could never have the ability to use human tools, and so his studies had always been slowed by that lack of dexterity. "Thicker walls, perhaps, in addition to joining materials could allow you to go higher." He ran his forepaws thoughtfully over the rough surface. "I suspect that you will never be able to completely stop wolves from climbing these walls. They will always be much rougher than human masonry, and a determined canine could probably find the pawholds to climb it..." He trailed off, lost in thought.
He listened as she began to speak of the wall's origins. He had to smile st her plaint of pups still finding ways out. "They so often do," he said with a rumbling chuckle, though his mind was distant, caught up in the architecture once more. "My father could rarely keep my siblings and I in pack bounds when we had a mind to get up to mischief, king or no."
"Hm, yes," he mused. "Human dwellings seem to have rarely been made of dry stacked stone, and even with something to hold it together they seemed to shape them first. I have had some success replicating more primitive human methods of joining the stone, but I'm afraid I havent tried to replicate their methods of shaping. Paws, after all." He smiled, spreading his large forepaws in demonstration. Even with sturdy, pronounced dewclaws he could never have the ability to use human tools, and so his studies had always been slowed by that lack of dexterity. "Thicker walls, perhaps, in addition to joining materials could allow you to go higher." He ran his forepaws thoughtfully over the rough surface. "I suspect that you will never be able to completely stop wolves from climbing these walls. They will always be much rougher than human masonry, and a determined canine could probably find the pawholds to climb it..." He trailed off, lost in thought.