Where's the Blacksmith

Ruga was glad to see that his pieces had gotten the Warlord's attention and even more pleased when Sirius mentioned how his services would be welcome here. If he could pay them for the leather in time rather than selling these pieces he had finished then he could use these pieces in other trades and still get what he needed just from fixing up some armor or maybe crafting a new piece for the alpha. He grinned when Sirius mentioned how he had dabbled a bit in blacksmithing himself, giving an appreciative nod. "I'm sure you have with a title like Warlord!" he said with a bit of a chuckle, trying to slip in a bit of flattery though he felt moderately confident that he had at least made a moderately good impression so far. "Can't be going into battle unprepared, can you?"

Ruga's ears perked at the mention of the "great many" raw materials and the offer to send out hunting parties if they needed more. That made his sea foam green gaze widen with surprise and caught his attention. He'd been to many, many packs with his family to sell their pieces and be employed by their alphas, but never had he had an alpha offer to have more materials collected for him like this in order to further his work. Usually he and his family had been expected to get their own materials and the place to stay and food was often their payment for all of their efforts. To not have to hunt for the leathers he needed and have access to these raw materials that Sirius promised with just his skills to give them in repayment... it almost seemed too good to be true.

As he began putting away the pieces he had pulled out of his satchel, he said, "Would you mind showing me the materials you have? That way I can get a better sense of how much of my time I can offer." He had never really considered joining a pack himself after the bad taste so many of them had left in his mouth over the years, but that kind of offer might just sway him.

"Rûga Amanto"