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

The stallion was late, but with good reason—checking a bear-scent and being certain that it had left the area. He’d left Isolde to follow up, acting as eyes in the sky, calling up to her, as he spun and bolted toward the call, “I’ll be at the meeting boulder when you’re able to come back.”

The wall came into sight and he gathered himself, clearing it neatly and landing with a thunder of hooves. While jumping wasn’t his most natural skill, the wall, while tall for wolves, was an easy leap for himself.

He slowed to a lope, frame and long mane, tail and feathering blazing as the exercise got his blood pumping, until he spotted the group ahead. Luckily, it looked like Cairo might have been holding out for him, and his great, horned head dipped in brief apology to the Sentinel as he dropped to a walk and picked a bundle at the edge of the gathering, where his greater size wouldn’t crowd his fellow pack members.

“Sorry for the lateness; came across a bear track and wanted to be sure it wasn’t hanging around.”

Isolde drifted down to drop on his withers, adding, “It’s gone, heading northwest. Doesn’t look like it wants to turn back.”

The stallion nodded and lowered his head to inspect the supplies at his hooves. Wangui, dropping from his back, grinned to herself, recognizing a job for lemur hands as the horse turned to wait for Cairo’s lesson to begin.

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