Don't cry to me if you hurt yourself

Some days when he was manning his booth of sorts in the open market were busier than others and today was one of his decidedly slower days. He didn't even really have an ongoing project he was working on, having just finished up the final touches on the sword he had been restoring for the Elysium prince, so he was sitting behind the table where a few of his pieces were out on display incredibly bored. He had his head propped on top of a domed shield while he watched the occasional wolf mill about or one of his pack mates doing something at one of their various jobs. He had just about decided to close up shop for the day when one of Sirius' youngest pups suddenly appeared in front of him.

He jumped a bit at the bold pup's approach, blinking as he lifted his head and glanced around, trying to decide where she had even come from when he wasn't paying attention. "Um... hello," he said to her, still trying to get used to the crystal eyes that looked back at him. "Can I... help you with-" he began, but stopped when she started to reach for one of the daggers that was on the table. "Hey hey! No, don't touch that," he scolded, reaching over the table to tap her paw. "That's very sharp, don't mess with that." Gods, it was probably a good thing he had never really considered having pups of his own. He couldn't imagine having little paws around a forge.

"Ruga Amanto"