Like father like son

The young wolf did a stellar job of tracking his old man down. The creamy zee-let bounded closer and the Warlord looked at him from across his collection of parts and grinned. He could hear the excitement in Stratum’s tones as well, and was eager to see if this was a task he and his son could bond over.

“Come here” The Warlord ordered, indicating with a paw for the boy to enter his reach. When the creamy pup did so, the Warlord pulled him into his chest, facing towards the scrap pile. He kissed the space between the bos ears, now conveniently placed within easy reach. “Before you we have components for any number of armour or weapon pieces.” He said, pointing to the wires, leathers, bone and numerous other bits. “You see this?” He said, lifting a paw to show the leather bracer he wore. “You could make something like this from what's before you, or you could make something entirely different.” He explained. “First, think of what you wish to make it. Keep it simple for your first project, and then we will scratch out a prototype in the dirt to ensure we know what it should look like”


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