Scratch that itch

Nirah looked up from his rock. His claws sinking back into his paws while he tilted his head. Charlie seemed to be a friendly wolf a wag in the fellow yearlings tail. Those fangs sure were interesting the armada was filled with these kinds of wolves. Then again so were these lands Nirah had been growing up to realize. We’ll he did suppose he could bite. "Nice to meet you Charlie." he began pawing at the stone that he’d left his claw marks on. "My names Nirah. Not long, I’m actually only staying for training." he felt no need to give the details fined tuned of his family connections.

"I’ve just been sharpening my claws on these rocks. Gotta keep in shape right?" Nirah dug a claw into the stone. The scratching noise clicking in Nirahs head. He could do some damage with these, so he best be careful. After all he didn’t want to go poking his own eye out with his mutation.