Sentinel on the Trail

It seemed that, for the time being, he’d found a way to bring out something other than wariness and a doe-like inclination to bolt. She’d become fascinated by the craftsmanship of the armor and bracers. He accepted the praise with a humble nod, though he still eyed the bracers with intents to tighten them up a bit, and improve where he could on them.

At her question, he tilted his head, thinking. “I believe I started at… two years? I’m three now, so roughly a year. I had a lot of help from a packmate who loves to craft.”

He glanced back at his main armor with a light side, adding, “Unfortunately my first set of body armor is gone for good. In the most ridiculously unbelievable way, too.”

Rhae’a jaw had about hit the wall beneath their paws when he told her about it getting eaten by plants of all things. If he hadn’t been there, he’d have thought the wolf telling the tale had eaten a mushroom.

His tail was patting the ground in an easy rhythm as he chatted about his craft, tone relaxed and cheerful.

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