The finer details

The Warlord was glad to hear his son’s eager agreement. As Charlie questioned the size of the wood, Sirius reached down into his bracer. Grabbing out the dagger he kept stored there. “here,” He said to his son. “Hold this and give it a few waves. It’ll help us see what you think of the length and weight” He explained as he handed over the weapon to the younger wolf.

He watched as his son moved the dagger around. It was, obviously, a lot smaller than what Charlie wanted with his mace. But that was okay. Sirius used his paw to measure out how much longer the wood would want to be, mindful of where the end would come out. He scribbled a size in the dirt. “Match a stick to about this length” he instructed.


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