Crafty crafters

The howl rang forth through the forest as the male was doing some patrolling. A new and very tedious part of his duties. He didn't complain about what his job entailed but that didn't mean he was overjoyed to do it. But, as he heard the call from his mentor Plague was more then excited to head in it's direction. Hopefully Hela would have some sort of lesson or training spar for him to endure. Plague took every chance he could get to further amplify his physical and mental strength. Even if it was a simple instruction he would be more then grateful

Sharp green eyes took in the site of his mentor's den before Plague dared to enter. He observed the various supplies Hela had splayed out as he spoke his greetings. "Hela." A pause. "Are we crafting?" Plague felt mild excitement bubble in his chest as he moved in a bit closer to get a good look. He spotted stones, sticks, and a few other items. With a simple wag of his tail he awaiting anxiously to be told what they were doing. Unless she had something else in mind.