GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Smelling of soot Harbringr trotted away from the dark pit where a fire had been. With Ari's help he had managed to stoke a hot fire, as hot as he could but it was still not enough to start working metal. That would've put a damper on his mood but with encouragements from Costanza and a discussion with Ari they had a plan. He would use river clay to make something akin to a kiln and give that a try. Looking to get a snack before starting his new project a howl caught his attention. He knew enough to know that it was Archon, the Daimyo, who called even though he hadn't really met the other man.
It wouldn't do for a samurai to ignore his Daimyo and so Harbringr broke his plans for the day and headed to the source of the call with Ari and Costanza hot on heels. A small gathering was there including his siblings and a tangle of pups. Hari grinned. He tried to catch Belle's eye and nod a greeting to her not wishing to crowd himself into her space. "I was wondering when I'd get to meet my nieces and nephews. They look to be a fine brood!"
