Real Bears Aren't Filled With Stuffing

For the first couple steps, Sephiran stood back and watched as the boy explained everything. He was the type to learn by watching first, and then completing the task himself. It was quite surprising that the boy was able to demonstrate and explain everything so effortlessly. It almost seemed like he had made this type of armor a dozen times, even if the work was far from perfect. Once he had almost finished the first bracer, Sephiran went to work on his own project. He copied every move with ease, and only found making the holes for his toes to be challenging. He made sure it fit loose, given that it would shrink, and he wasn’t done growing yet either. Once he had completed each step, he grabbed the makeshift armor and tossed it toward the other boy. He wasn’t looking for praise or approval. He was simply showing him that he was capable of doing it.

And as the boy started on the second bracer, Sephiran followed. He had just torn away another strip of the hide when an introduction was made. Aresenn. No surname, which he found odd, given that he flaunted his Saxe surname at every opportunity. For a while he didn’t respond, only offered a single flick of an ear in response. He really wasn’t interested in knowing who this boy was. He just wanted him to answer his questions, and stay out of his way. “Who taught you this?” He mused as he punctured the hide with his claws to make the holes for his toes.

”Speech”