...And my axe!

It would probably do him no good to tell her he would trust Delphi’s assessment on herbs before his own. It was clear she had it in her head for them to work together in many aspects. Some he might enjoy, others he would grit his teeth and endure. He knew how to survive, and he would survive her. By the end of it, he may become a free wolf.

When she passed the metal over to him, he fitted it in place. They would need to hone an edge to the axe, of course. But that would come after. He checked the fitting of the metal, rocking it back and forth before wrapping the metal sheet over it. He pinched it tight, and grabbed some obsidian, and began hammering the metal to fit snugly into shape.

He found her easy delight to be a strange thing. In fact, he was almost weary of it. He was accustomed to reading the moods of his mother to know when a storm was brewing, and when he would be in danger. She only seemed to have one setting - happy. He honestly didn’t know what to do with it, and wondered what darkness hid beneath her happy demeanour.

“They tell a story?” His tone was intriguing, despite himself, and he guarded it immediately, ducking his head to hide his interest. His mothers words left his muzzle, learned and recited. “It’s dangerous to be frivolous. The more you have, the more that can be taken away. The more you can be distracted, the more advantages an enemy has over you.”

"Speech"