Minty Fresh Breath

Once the application was over and the wolf walked off to rinse their paws, Magnus chuckled a bit at the words they had both said about the cat. There wasn't anything left of the cat besides the pelt and whatever Sedna had done with it. The meat, organs, and bones would also have their own purpose, finding their use sooner or later. The meat smoked, the organs dried or eaten, and the bones sharpened into tools or weapons. Magnus hadn't much part in the tasks besides teaching Sedna how to skin and tan the hide, the rest stored for later.

"Oh it's hanging around, alright, just not in the way it intended I'm sure." He joked, a light smirk crossing his lips. By now the cat's skin was probably finding itself as a nice throw rug or blanket in Sedna's den, or maybe she was crafting it into some armor or weapons. Who knows, but it certainly wasn't walking. His smirk faded as he was asked about the pack and his tone changed to neutral. "The Ashen Armada is just west of here." He would warn them of the warriors inside, but figured the name alone would do enough of a warning. Besides, these two hardly seemed the type to go traipsing across well-marked pack borders.

"Speech!"

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