The finer details

With curious eyes, Charlie watched as his father produced a dagger from one of the braces on his forelegs. He took it carefully in his maw, getting used to the feel of the hilt in his muzzle. His first motions were more cautious, testing it, feeling the lighter weight, how it was to use, and getting a feel for how he had to move his head to get it to sweep and slash to have the most control without getting overzealous. A larger, heavier weapon like his mace would be different, but this was also a good method to start testing control and his own energy. As he got older, and grew into his full bulk, the heaviness of the mace would be more effective as a weapon. For now, he could see the benefit of the modified version his father mentioned. Build into the power, just as he had to build onto his skills.

Once his father gauged what they would need Charlie carefully set the dagger down and examined the sketch in the dirt. Okay, a sturdy stick around that length. Charlie gave a firm nod. “Got it! I’ll be back in a bit. I’ll find a good one!” And he was off over to the materials their blacksmith had. Wood of various sizes and weights. Charlie was mindful as he shifted through them with his paw. He didn’t want to make a mess. He’d test first one stick, then another, going til the fourth one before he found one that felt suitable to what his father recommended. A touch longer, but it should be doable, right? Surely it would… his dad would make it work.

Charlie carried it back over to his sire, liking the heavier weight of the wood. It felt like good quality too in his jaws, no cracking or giving way under the pressure of his teeth. With proper care, it could surely become a sturdy weapon. He set the stick down next and glanced over at Seer. “A little longer, but better than it being shorter? We’d have to trim some of it back to get the metal put in and whatnot, wouldn’t we?” His voice betrayed interest in the process of making the weapon itself. Maybe he’d have to peek in and shadow Ruga one day while the blacksmith worked on different pieces for the Armada and the market. Thus far he was really enjoying the process, especially since he was able to do it with a loved one.

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