Armani Suits, and Crocodile Boots

Aresenn’s idea wasn’t half bad, especially his thoughts on how they could bind the material. Drops of lava became hard and nearly indestructible when they dried up, which would make the makeshift collar even worse to bite if used as a defense tactic. He wasn’t aware that there was a volcano nearby. Having someone who had already lived on this continent, and knew where they could gather any of the materials they needed. It made Sephiran’s life a lot easier.

And when he asked how tough the hide was to tear, he couldn’t help but cackle. “See for yourself.” He said, gesturing for Aresenn to follow him over to the hide. He grabbed a small chunk, and using his paws to hold it down, he tugged with all of his might several times before a small tear appeared. He kept pulling until a strip long enough for the collar finally tore away. Which left him panting, trying to catch his breath.

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