After lashing five point antlers to some leather, he fitted it over his face. If these giant mutants could sport horns and claws naturally then he had no qualms getting the same for himself by other means. He growled as he worked. Braiding the leather into straps. He would be formidable at least when in view.
This business with bullies made him scowl. He would defend his home, he would defend his people, he would protect what he now called his. He had never owned, he had never thought to be in a place making his own armor. He was glad for it. He was glad to be rid of the silks and servants, to be hunting for need instead of for sacrifice to appease ghosts who could not eat.
He didn't want to intrude, but he wondered if Haydee could give him some pointers about his armor. He wanted to show her what he had made.
He came to the glorious falls and lifted his voice for her. A deep soothing song for the anxious leader.
Professor
