Where's the Blacksmith

Ruga settled back on his haunches to wait for whoever would come to greet him, letting his gaze drift over the mostly open plain in front of him. With it being winter even most of the grasses that were probably common here were gone with just some clumps of dried grass remaining and a couple of trees here and there to break up the landscape. He could almost see the glimmer of the ocean in the distance and wondered just how much land this pack called theirs. It wasn't long before he spotted a dark coated man approaching him that pretty much matched him in size and stature, though he had some vary noticeable fangs protruding from his upper lip. This man certainly wasn't the first wolf he had seen with some unusual feature like that, but he thought that perhaps the saber fangs were the most noticeable ones he had seen.

Ruga got to his paws before the other man reached him so he could greet the man properly. It had been a while since he had done this whole song and dance, but he at least remembered his manners. The saber fanged alpha introduced himself, Ruga taking note of the man's title of Warlord. Ruga tried not to pass any judgements too soon, keeping his past experiences of war waging wolves to himself. A title didn't necessarily give the full story. Ruga dipped his head in a bow, offering him a charming grin. "Hello, sir, a pleasure to meet you." He could already feel his skin crawl as he launched into his sales pitch, but he continued on anyway.

Pulling open the large satchel he carried with him he began to explain, "My name is Ruga and I'm an armor smith and blacksmith by trade, but I do dabble a bit in other forms of jewelry and crafting." He reached into his bag to pull out a few examples—a silver bracelet with a hammered, faceted surface, a pair of finished bracers that had not yet found a home, a dagger he had found and restored with fresh leather on the hilt and the blade polished till it shined. "I'm here to offer you a trade. I have quite a few pieces here that I've made in my spare time that I can offer or perhaps if you or your pack are in need of my services I'm quite good at repairing previously made pieces as well. I'm currently looking for finished leathers if you have any to offer." He waited for Sirius to peruse his supply, watching the other man curiously while he waited to see if he'd get what he needed here or if he'd have to take his song and dance somewhere else.

"Ruga Amanto"