this part of my lobotomy

As the man took a moment to look about the place, the Warlord began making small cuts along the hide. Using his unnaturally sharp claws surgically, and peeling back the coat as he went. He was part way through one side when Magnus spoke, and he looked up from his work. “In the morning i’ll take you to our training space, and I can get a gouge on where your current fighting level sits. The Armada is primarily a warrior pack, and even those that don’t wish to take a fighters path need to know the basics. Then we can talk about what position you want in the Armada” he explained. He hoped Magnus wished to join his ranks as a warrior, but he would find out in the morning.

“In the meantime, you can take your pick of an empty den, we can grab some coats from the storage, and you can have this one in a few days once it’s done.” he explained, a yawn splitting his muzzle as he turned the panther over, and began peeling it from the other side.