Tied To What Is Late

Stjarna returned to the bracer and stretched out a long lean leg on top of the piece of leather, lifting the sides and wrapping it around the limb to make sure it would fit decently enough. Satisfied, Star held the leather with their paws and then started chewing holes in it. This wasn't just chewing to satisfy an urge but to create careful, calculated holes in the leather where the lacing would go through to tighten it around their limbs. Once that was done Star moved back to the leather pouch. While they were punching holes in leather they might as well take care of the sling pouch too. Star carefully used his canine fangs to puncture a hole on either side of the pouch for the leather straps to go through.

Licking the taste of leather from their mouth, Star chuckled as Ragna mentioned their siblings. "Yes, it seems some of my family's genes are particularly potent. There was a color blind wolf in our village who had a most awful time telling us apart. Do you have any siblings Ragna?"