A craftsman in the making

All of their children were so inquisitive and so hungry to learn things–something that she loved about them and that she could actually relate to them with. Even now as an adult she always loved learning new techniques or abilities. It was one of the reasons why she had been so thrilled when her father offered to teach them and the pups a language he had learned in his past. It had been a slow learn on her part over the last couple of seasons in preparation for the pups arrival, but she had heard that pups picked up those kinds of things quickly and that was no lie. It was mostly basic words for now, but they soaked up information like a sponge.

Still, she wanted to share some of her own skills and creative endeavors with them and one of their children that had shown the most interest in her workshop–much to her chagrin–had been Daemon. After making sure that the sharpest tools were throughly out of reach of her largest son, she laid out a roll of leather she had been working with for a few days along with a couple of stamping tools–and pulled up a stool so he would be able to reach over the top of the worktable. "Daemon?" she called from the entrance of her workshop. "I could use an extra set of paws on this project, would you like to help me?"

"Avacyn Mendacium"