Stab

As he and his mother entered the cave workshops, Saracyn was practically quivering with excited energy. He was so ready to build his first weapon, already imagining all the uses he could have for them! How would he use them first? Maybe he'd skin a beaver, or lobotomize a bear. Maybe both! Laid out on the workbenches were stacks of differently dyed leathers, some more supple and some harder and tougher. There were also fastenings and pieces of metal, as well as a few daggers. All the basic tools to get started. While Saracyn trotted over to the bench, he heard Manea settle down off to the side before she passed him her bracers to take a look at.

Saracyn took his mother's bracers and began to turn them over, inspecting them from all angles. A softer, more malleable leather would be needed for what he had in mind. His mother's daggers where thin and discreet, exactly what he had in mind for his, except where hers had to be manually drawn and wielded, he wanted a mechanism to extend and retract them automatically for him. "I think this is the kind of leather I want," he said, picking up some supple calf leather before looking over the daggers. "These are all kinda thick... I think maybe we might need to make our own blades. And I dunno how the mechanics are gonna work yet... but I kinda want them to be tucked away like yours, then extend when I put pressure on them or flick my paw like this." Saracyn demonstrated the motion to Manea, hoping she could at least visualize what he had in mind. It seemed difficult to the almost yearling—but not impossible.

"Saracyn Mendacium"