...And my axe!

As the fight ended, Astraios glanced over at his companion again. Listening as she joked about preference in fighting with an axe. She seemed a very upbeat wolf, even in the face of his stony silence. He thought of the materials and bits he had been painstakingly assembling over the last few weeks. Discarded metals, and pieces of obsidian, among other things.

“I know a little crafting, perhaps we could make one?” He said, the words pulling free from him reluctantly. There was a strategy to his words. He knew he needed to start making alliances, and it was rare for him to find an adult he didn’t immediately rub the wrong way. There would be a price to the axe, she just didn’t know it yet.

"Speech"