With little to do besides wait, idle in his recovery, Stratum had become decidedly ornery. So when his dear sister had requested his presence at his forge, there had been a part of the Fatalis warrior that had considered not showing. He was tired and sore and cranky about being injured. Yet, when he heard the shuffling of paws and caught the scent of smoldering cinders.. well. It couldn't hurt to check out what Andy had in mind for him today. So the gilded behemoth dragged himself to his paws, his bulk unsteady on his uneven legs, and waddled slowly out into the tunnels. As he trundled into his forge, there was already an unfamiliar face present. A blue tinted wolf, decidedly smaller than himself and even Andy, but respectably muscled. He casts a quizzical glance his sister's way, lifting a brow as he took a few slow paces closer to his littermate. She has offered a lesson, something useful to pass his time. He can't help but smile lightly, his foul mood beginning to lift.
"I may need to relinquish my forge at this rate, Andy." he teased, carefully shifting his weight to bump against her shoulder with his own. He did catch the tail end of the stranger's comment, that they were more than familiar with the task at hand. Regardless, he made a point to examine the lavender girl's work. The coals were piping hot, and there were a few errant flames licking at the air in the belly of the stone forge. The raw materials were nearby, if Andy hadn't brought her own. He carefully tucks the coal rake out of the way, hearing the sound of lighter, quicker paws headed their way. One of his little cousins, whose injury in the bounds of his forge would likely grant Stratum a truly legendary beating- at the bare minimum.
"Ready when you are," the titan drawled, the rumbling baritones deceptively quiet for the size of him. "the forge is yours for the day." the words pass his lips with a fondness, and he submits himself to his sister's tutelage willingly and readily.
"Speech"
