rogue taxidermy

Plague finished up his patrol of the border with Viridis and Procella and started making his way through the pale trees as he moved toward the shrine, flanked by the pair of snow leopards. He had made a point to go find Ike the day he returned from his honeymoon of sorts, but now that he was settling back into the daily life of the pack he turned his attention to the rest of his nieces and nephews. He knew he had spent the most time with Venom's children so today his sights were set on Toxicity's pups. He knew his relationship with Toxicity wasn't as easy or close as he was with Venom, but he didn't want that to effect him getting to know her children or him being an uncle to them.

As if to answer his wish, he heard a paid of voices through the trees and he moved toward it, finding Pontifex examining some leather along with a parrot who he assumed was his companion. He caught a bit of their conversation, hearing the young man mention how he wished he had brought a knife to try making a sheath. Plague chuckled softly and approached him, pulling the dagger from the sheath on his shoulder and placing it on the ground in front of his nephew. "Would you like to borrow mine for size? I'm not sure if it's the same size as the knives you're thinking of, but it'd be good practice either way." He settled down onto his haunches across from the purple adorned boy, looking at the leather and chord he had in front of him curiously. Crafting various armors and items had become a favorite hobby of his so it immediately caught his attention.

Plague | Viridis | Procella