GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Harbringr had finally finished his knife, he set it in a special dugout in his den that served as a small shelf and display area. He was quite pleased with it. He was already working on materials for bladed gauntlets. The prototypes were coming along well and he felt he was about ready to try the actual gauntlets. Stretching out at the entrance of his den, he watched the sunset and basked in the setting of a busy day.
Ears flicked up at Hannibal's call. Curious, Harbringr got to his feet and headed out to see what his brother needed. Ari was cleaning up the kiln but Costanza glided along in the air above him. When he came upon his brother he spied the hare and the fowl and grinned. "A moonlit dinner? Why brother, you sure know the way to a man's heart."
