Paving A Road With Good Intentions

The Warlord lifted the small device in his paws. trapping it between extended claws as he shifted it this way and that, examining it. The live-trap was still something he was perfecting. It was something himself and other members of the pack had utalised for the past year or so to trap smaller prey to bring to the market or train as companions. A useful device, but what he really needed was an easier way to take down larger prey…

A shadow fell over his work, and he looked over to see his daughter. He smiled at Andy, and raised his paw a little higher so that she could see it, as well. “Tinkering with our live traps.” he explained, before placing it down on the ground beside him. Andy was far more important then his work. He leaned over, grabbing her gently with a paw so he could pull her close enough to kiss her brow. “But that’s not what brings you here. is everything alright with your observation post?” He guessed. He couldn’t help but notice the slight pensive pull of her expression. He guessed she wished to ask something of him. If her Observation post needed some tinkering, he would be more then willing to help.