One Wrong Move

His new forge had gotten set up and running far faster than the one he previously had in their old lands, but he also had a fair bit more help this time around from Azure's boy. The overgrown young man had proved to be pretty helpful if for no other reason than he lended a good bit of muscle to the work. He was also able to reuse some of the pieces that had taken the longest to source and make last time which sped things up some. Now he was able to actually enjoy his forge and get back to work making pieces. Luckily Sirius didn't seem to mind him splitting his time between pieces for the pack and his own personal projects so he was working on something for himself today.

He was working on pounding out a bit of metal, a heavy hammer strapped to one leg that he lifted and slammed down into a sheet of steel that he was shaping over a rounded bolder to get the shape he wanted. The sound of clanging metal didn't bother him since he was so used to it, but he didn't imagine it was everyone's cup of tea which was one of the reasons he had picked this spot for his den since it was separated from most of the large majority of the caves that the others were occupying. It kept him out of the way of everyone else and gave him a bit of privacy which he liked.

The other thing that was an added side effect was that he was positioned right by the opening of their cave system so he could see pretty much anyone that went in and out of this end of their compound of sorts. It gave him a good vantage point to snoop and casually watch the going ons of the pack day to day. It put him in more contact with more of the pack than he had ever been before now, though he still didn't mingle and speak with them that often. Today as he was working on the piece of metal for a new armor project, he caught a bit of movement out of the corner of his eye and made a quick glance up, his sea foam green gaze landing on a slim, willowy woman coated in dark, striped markings as she was walking by. His gaze didn't linger long, quickly looking back down at his work, but her looks made him do a double take and that's where he made his mistake. When he looked back up to take a longer, more lingering look at the beauty his paw went slightly off course and caused him to slam the hammer down into his other paw that was holding the metal in place.

"Fuck! he hissed under his breath, grimacing as he slipped the hammer off of his leg and stepped back from his makeshift anvil, a string of muttered curses leaving him as he sat back on his haunches, examining his paw and mentally scolding and cursing his horn dog ass for not being able to keep his eyes to himself.

"Ruga Amanto"