Fat with a PH

The Warlord took her glance without comment. Knowing well by now that Halo was like a dog with a bone when she encountered a worry. No doubt she’d be checking up on him once the cold had truly had time to settle into his bones. He wasn’t too worried, his fur had thickened a few years back and remained that way. It left him better prepared than most to deal with the cold.

“How are you teeth managing with the work?” he enquired, turning his head back to Hazel. Her crystal teeth were unusual. So far, they had seemed extremely strong, but he would keep an eye on his daughter. To ensure she didn’t cause them any damage. He finished sharpening the tooth he had pulled from the pile, and chucked it lightly to the side. It would go into storage and anyone could use it later to adorn armour or weapons. He liked to keep his paws busy, and there were many such partly completed projects that anyone could help themselves to.

Hearing Hazel and Halo talk about the market and trade was interesting. In a good way, hearing his wolves take interest in this new project. He was curious to see how it would take off, and weary of seeing it fail. “Fish… soap. Please tell me you let him make fish soap. Can I be there when she gives it to her?” The Warlord tilted his head, his eyes laughing as he looked at poor Halo. Who had had to deal with the kids, and ideas like fish soap all day.


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