Armorcrafting 101 [Valhallan Fighters/Open to pack in general]

With his return from the east of Boreas, he fell neatly back into his duties, and one of them was engaging the pack with lessons in crafting and fighting, as well as hunting. Today was a particularly pleasant day, even if the chill was still present, disregarding the season that should have been full on tongue-drippingly, pantingly hot, and he dropped the last roll of bison hide next to the mound of hides and supplies he’d been gathering for the past hour in the wide clearing at the meeting boulder.

Enito had a fire going for keeping the glue heated as well as a thick experimental stew cooking in a sea turtle’s shell over some of the coals spread to one side, elevated on rocks to enable the monkey to feed the fire when it needed it. The smells were absolutely gorgeous, and Cairo looked forward to lunch break later on.

But first, it was time to call the pack to the lesson. Today, it was Armor Making 101. If anything, he knew Rhaegara would be quite interested, and if all went well, those who attended would be coming away with either a new set of armor or a project to work on.

He ran a last glance over the supplies, making sure each attendee would have a set of tools, and materials, then tipped his muzzle to the sky, calling for the pack, toning it to require those who were fighters or interested in the fighter’s circle, though he left it open ended for the rest of the pack to decide if they wanted to attend or not. Even if the healers weren’t fond of fighting, he’d be glad if they had armor to protect them while they were out gathering.

Letting his haunches drop, he sat tall, waiting with his characteristic grin on his features, tongue on the edge of lolling to one side of his jaws.

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