Sister in Armor [Caelia]

He trotted briskly along the trail, nose following her scent as he went, tail batting the air in lazy wags. Over his back – unarmored for the day now that patrol was over and he had nowhere to go today – draped his tool kit, a rolled bison hide, and a set of saddle bags that were just snacks for the day.

The bison hide was thick, heavy leather, cured and dehaired, ready for use, and he was hot on his sister’s trail. His tool kit contained plenty of claws, teeth, and antler points, ready to be utilized.

Finally, he spotted her familiar form ahead, barking a greeting as he came up alongside her, reaching to playfully goose her pale shoulder with his front teeth.

“Hey, Caelia. Want to make some armor with me?” His frame leaned toward her as he raised on his tiptoes and added in a sing-song voice, “I think you’d look great in iiiit.”

Fathomless sapphire eyes twinkled down at his sister as he waited, tail swaying, for her answer.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think