can't talk now I'm doing hot girl shit

He knew his sister's scent better than any other by now, and so when it caught his attention alongside the gentle susurrating of light paws through the lush grasses, he turned his head instinctively towards the sound. As she slumped to the grass at his side, he rumbled wordlessly in fond greeting. To her question, he quirked a brow curiously and slid his massive forepaw over the now-familiar hammerstone he'd just gotten ahold of. "Fixin's for a set of bracers." he replied absently, turning the length of metal with his free forepaw until he was satisfied with the way it was sitting. And then, he set to striking the metal with the smooth stone. Lightly at first, getting a feel for smoothing his free paw over the metal with each strike to measure the changes, before hammering the cobble back down again. After the first few strikes, he could feel the gradual curve beginning to form across the narrow part of the metal, where it would fit over his forelimb.

"Snagged a few teeth from some corpses too, thinking I'll be able to do some damage with 'em this way." he added, half turning his head to where he knew Naráca was settled to see if she had any input. Poe adjusted the length of metal he was working on, pulling it closer to his body so he could start striking a new spot and slowly bending the metal into the shape he desired. He could already tell this was going to be a hell of a task, but he was nonetheless excited to see how they turned out. Being able to gouge into his opponents without having to put in the effort to use claws and teeth? It left all the more opportunities for damage in a fight, on top of whatever he could manage with claws and teeth. What more could a brute ask for? He only hoped that he would eventually be able to use them in a proper fight- one where he could see exactly where he was going to dig his teeth into someone. Over the incessant din of his own labours, the beast was aware of the quieter sounds of his sister working on her own project. Without missing a beat in his own work, he piped up with "What about you, Ara?"

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