i may not be the best blacksmith in whiterun

The Destruction man was taking his rank in all seriousness, he was a crafter and he was determined to show off his skill to his new alpha. To prove his worth in physical objects was his goal and he was only just setting himself up where he could begin really crafting. His den and forge were in completely different places, Song found a perfect place to make a den. His forge was placed near the old metal ship.

He did learn how to make a good fire from his previous alpha Ignatius. He was going to have to put a whole lot more work into his crafting area before he could work any kind of metal. For now he focused on leather working and making his weapons from antler and bone.

Song’s supplies weren’t very stocked either, but now that he had a goal and a place to set himself up. He hadn’t been as focused in Fyri, but now that he was closer to his calling he felt eager to build himself up. At the moment he was organizing his raw items in his chosen hole. He was at the bottom of the ship where metal met ground and he’d found a gasp in the hull. Beyond didn’t seem to connect with the rest of the ship. This was its own private area that he could do with what he wished.

His huge form stood half inside and half outside his chosen space his ivory tail swayed softly at his hips as he put everything in its place.