Where's the Blacksmith

Ruga tossed the strap of his satchel over him and followed after Sirius as he was led into the pack's lands, seeing a large bonfire come into view as they moved toward the center of the plains. His curious gaze roamed over everything, taking it all in. It had been quite a while since he had been in a fully established pack and he had forgotten all the things that staying in one protected place could accomplish. He could never carry anything substantial with him without some kind of cart and that wasn't really feasible by himself. When he had been traveling with his family that had been a different story since there had been a group of them to share the load of traveling with their supplies, but now that he was on his own it was much more difficult.

His gaze returned to Sirius as the Warlord told him to let him know what he needed to set up and he grinned as he gave a small shrug at the question of how long he might stay. "Well, it's not really like I have anywhere else to be. As long as there's work to do I suppose I could stay as long as you'd need." He most certainly preferred to stay busy at the very least and from what the Warlord was saying he could be kept very busy. There was still the inkling of worry about the things he would make for them being used for some kind of detrimental harm to some other group, but he could simmer on that for a while longer. Sirius didn't seem like the ruthless type like he had met in previous interactions with alphas and Ruga considered himself a moderately good judge of character.

He followed Sirius down into the cellar and his eyes widened again as he took in the store of their supplies. A whole wall was lined with various skins and leathers and the promise of another stockpile of metals didn't go unnoticed. He started flipping through some of the leathers and feeling their quality, finding some nice deer skins, a couple bear pelts, perhaps even some sturdy boar here and there, and... was that a buffalo skin? He stood there in awe for a moment. This was everything he could have hoped for! He'd be kept busy for months with this kind of stock! He didn't even know what he'd do with it all, but with so many options and possibilities he could craft some things that really rivaled anything his father could have ever made.

He gave a little shake of his head to clear his thoughts and chuckled as he turned his eyes back toward Sirius. "You weren't kidding when you said you had a great many materials, huh?" He tossed the other man a grin as he admired the leathers for a moment longer, a more thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Say... Sirius... What do you and your wolves do with the armor and weapons you have? Is the 'war' in Warlord accurate?"

"Ruga Amanto"