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

She was very late to the lesson, she knew that. But in her defense, she had been trying to explore every nook and cranny of the pack lands, trying to familiarize herself with all the pack lands had to offer. She had to admit, she didn't feel high-strung and worried anymore. She was safe and well cared for among the wolves of valhalla, and she wished she had gotten the courage to ask well before Aurielle invited her to join them. So when she heard someone call for a lesson, she made her way towards the gathering but not without distractions. She made it in time to hear Cairo's voice bouncing off the walls as she made her entrance, her fur lightly glowing as it usually did but she could tell on some nights it glowed brighter. During the day, it wasn't as noticeable. But at night? She was practically like a walking galaxy. It had a lot to do with her emotions too from what she could tell. She was happy and content, so her fur glowed softly in a slow, steady rhythm. Almost in the same tempo as if she were softly humming to herself. Before she joined Valhalla, when she was alone in a world where she didn't know if she'd make it to see another day, her fur didn't glow as much. It had been dulled and almost lifeless, but now? Now she could say with certainty that life was significantly better.

She quietly entered the place where the meeting was being held, and she moved to sit near Ardyn, offering a gentle and friendly nudge of her shoulder before turning her alien gaze to the man giving the lesson. "Sorry I'm late, I was...exploring more of the territories." She said apologetically. She sniffed before turning her attention to the other answers, but she kept quiet since she had no idea how to do any of this, let alone what could be used to harden things.