Learn a trade

Ruga nodded when Basilisk questioned the depth of the hole he was digging and joined in himself, helping to dig out some of the soil and grabbing a bucket to scoop up the loose dirt that had already been dug to carry it over to a pile near by. He wasn't quite sure what he'd use all this dirt for yet, but he'd find a use for it. He was crafty that way. He was enjoying sharing stories with the young man, especially since he seemed so interested in them. He had nearly forgotten the relation of this boy to Briar through Sirius and Azure, but was reminded as the proud boy boasted about Artorias now being his uncle thanks to the marriage to Briar. He'd never fully understand the hierarchy of families and those "in power" among them, but he had learned to respect the dullness of it all since it kept him employed.

"Hmmm, I don't know, that's a pretty cool sword," he mused teasingly before tossing the boy a grin. "Sure, you could probably get a pretty awesome sword one of these days if you want... not that anyone is going to want to mess with a wolf as big as you." He was already massive with huge fangs, spurs of bone sticking out of places, and sharp claws. Did he really need a sword on top of all of that? He chuckled softly at the thought and looked back down to his work, shoveling out more of the dirt as they continued to make progress on the forge.

"Ruga Amanto"