i may not be the best blacksmith in whiterun

The heavy set wolf turned to face her, striking flares of gold adorning his face with ice blue eyes focused directly on her. Orcas mismatched gaze shifted ever so slightly, instead of boldly looking in his eyes she diverted to just below. An instinctive show of submission, showing she didn't want trouble. 

When he spoke, his tone just as secretive as her own, she would grin - wincing slightly at the pain in her mouth. His head ducked down and looked about, as if trying to find a place for the marble stones. She did the same, looking from her viewpoint for an easy place to access but also out of sight. " How about here?" she asked, walking over to a space off to the side and out of the way of his current organized area. She didn't want to take ove his...whatever it was. Orca was about to ask about his storage space when he spoke, moving closer to the marble stones. The girl looked at him strangely, brows raising as her head cocked to the side. " They're rocks..." Orca trotted back over to them, which was when he looked at her mouth and asked if she was alright. " They were sharper than I thought." She offered, stretching her mouth wide so they he could see the small cuts on her tongue and if he looked close enough, perhaps some on her gums as well.