Welcome Aboard

The Warlord watched as Bronze made his way to the supplies and had a look around. After some digging, he pulled out a pair of bracers that could almost have been said to be made for the man. “Good choice” He said approvingly, moving forward to help Bronze clasp them over his forepaws. “Let’s start with a warm-up spar, and you get accustomed to the weight of them” He suggested, looking critically as Bronze with his new armour piece.

The gold was the same tone as the hoops in his ear as well, and the Warlord filed away the knowledge that Bronze coordinated his colour scheme in his considerations. If he was to fix the wolf up with an offensive weapon, it would be important to remember that.

He made his way to one of the rings in the centre of the room, and waited for the other wolf to join him.


"Sirius Fatalis"