A craftsman in the making

Daemon wasn’t a bad child by any means—he just required constant stimulation and activities to keep his mind focused. The thirst for knowledge and the rate at which he picked things up often left the pup bored with most of his usual activities, causing him to seek out his own means of entertaining himself. It just so happened that most of those self-driven activities were acted out just outside the boundaries of his parents’ rules. But hey, it wasn't his fault that the most fun things just so happened to be outlawed too!

Today was different though. As the pups were finishing up breakfast and heading out of the den to go play and explore, Daemon was stopped in his tracks just behind his smaller siblings when his mother's voice called to him from her workshop. And she was... inviting him in to help her?! Gasp! The little pup could barely contain his excitement at the notion of being allowed into the forbidden places of their home! "Coming, Mom!" Tiny tail all a-wag with glee, Daemon turned on his heels and hurried back inside and into the workshop. Inside, he found Avacyn at her workbench and a stool pulled up alongside her, clearly for him to use. Dae trotted up beside his mother, nudging against her side with his head an some kind of a nuzzle, then clambered up onto the stool so he could peek over the table top, tiny ebony paws resting on the edge of the bench while he surveyed all of the tools laid out around him. "Yeah! I can help!" he exclaimed with a wide, toothy grin when his mother asked if he wanted to help her, tail wagging so fast it was practically going in a circle. "What're we making?"

"Daemon Mendacium"