Real Bears Aren't Filled With Stuffing

And when the boy mentioned something about armor, Sephiran became even more intrigued. His head slightly cocked to the side, curiosity spreading across his usually uninterested features. His father had mentioned something about armor a time or two, and that it was something his great-grandfather had taught him about. But they never wore or crafted it during their time together. Perhaps these types of things were more common here. In fact, now that he thought about it, that girl’s father had something similar on him. Armor wasn’t something Sephiran had considered until now. But, it seemed to be necessary here, if this boy was so concerned with making it for himself.


So when he stated there was enough to make more, Sephiran didn’t hesitate to come closer. He stopped when he was at the base of the pelt, watching as the boy clawed away at the hair. For a while he just watched, wanting to see how much of this task he could get the stranger to complete before he pitched in. “What now?” He inquired while placing a paw on the hide to help scratch away at the last bits of remaining fur. He would have much rather forced the boy to make the armor for him. But for now, he figured learning this skill would be useful.


”Speech”