Dinner time

Drachen was truly impressed when Cairo told him it only took three hours to make the bracer for his first attempt. Drachen was sure that when he tried to make something of it's like, it would certainly take him much longer to craft. Perhaps it's easier to craft such things when you are born with it around you. he thought to himself. Drachen then moved to the deer's lower ribs and  began to remove the pelt from there, the bear claws easily slicing the skin from meat. The dual colored male stopped soon after Cairo began to speak again, telling him of the friend that had passed not too long ago. Drachen's oceanic blue eyes met Cairo's gaze as he rumbled genuinely "I am sorry for your loss... It is never easy losing a close friend." The pain that briefly flashed in the Vaekhal male's eyes showed that he too had lost someone dear to him. Drachen's eyes flicked to the ground a moment later as he tried to push down the feelings of sadness and guilt. His friend was very much alive, but he did not get to say goodbye to him before he fled for his life. "I miss my friend too." he mumbled softly.

Then the male suddenly shook our his pelt and cleared his throat and got back to work, perhaps working with a little more vigor as he tried to get his mind on something else. "Is it common for the wolves of Valhalla to have armor? Are there that many battles to require it?" So far nearly every wolf that he had met in Valhalla, though that list only consisted of Aurielle, Ardyn and now Cairo, had armor covering them like a second skin. So far none of the wolves he met seemed to have such a personality that suggested that Valhalla sought out trouble with other packs. Perhaps there were many loners and bands that roamed around Boreas that needed fending off. Would he be willing to fight such a battle for a pack he was only supposed to stay in for the winter season? Drachen flicked a black and tan ear in surprise when he found that he would actually be willing to fight for Valhalla if he was called upon.