Odd jobs

He ruffled her fur and smiled at her. “It's easy to break things, it's fixing things that takes time. Would you like to learn how to use tree sap?” He asked her, wondering if her curiosity extended to such things.


“It's a good name on you, Wynter, if I do say so myself” he teased her lightly. He wiggled her paws as he spoke, smiling at the small Fatalis girl. The traditional eye markings had formed a little differently on her, but her heritage could not be denied. She was further proof of the family growing and changing. Perhaps one day she would have children who would have children. Would the Armada still live in that time? “I think you're right about that. Look at the size of these paws!” he wiggled them some more as he spoke. “You planning on being a Warlord one day?” He teased her lightly.