make a home

Beauregard was a good kid. She looked forward to how he would grow, specially tasked with discreteness regarding Tanelan's disorder. "Yep" Wren grinned at the purple wolf's shock "many wolves here fight with weapons and cover themselves in armor. I got some bracers myself, traded for them." She followed after the yearling as he showed them the things. Medallions of metal, she nodded.

"Good find, Beau" she praised "Armada has a blacksmith, so we could trade or even ask them to melt the medallions down to shape into more things" She nodded in thought, having never met the blacksmith to her knowledge. Unaware it was Ruga, she continued "it's fine if you don't know how to craft, Tanelan" she added to the man "you can learn if you want. But it's fine to fight traditionally."

For a long time, Wren had.

"We'll have to look at this ship later" she added "it isn't claimed by any pack and it seems to be a good place to gather things. What sort of armor did you have in mind, Tanelan?" she added, keeping the man in the conversation too. It was important to involve everyone.

"Speech"