Stepping up

Charlie glowed with pride as he moved his paw over the weapons. They were among his first pieces, but not the only thing that he would or wound want to make. But they were pieces made with pride and care, and Charlie had been learning a lot as he worked on both the mace and dagger. He’d give a sympathetic look at Bas, wondering just how busy the warlord had been. For his father it felt as though his work was never done… but he was sure that his nephew could handle it. He was young and capable. His gaze would flicker to the dagger as Bas set it down - he could hardly wait until he could gift it to Wyl… it just needed one last mark, a sign that it was from his uncle.

“Of course I would be,” He answered honestly, not missing a beat. “I don’t intend to let myself be content in simply making weapons either. There are so many items that can be crafted by paw, and so many benefits to them.” His gaze returned to the Warlord. “I want to help this pack grow, and I know that a boon to all packs is trade. If there is anything in particular you would like me to work on, or consider making so that we have it available, let me know. I’ve been coming up with plans for some bag claps, as well as figuring out the best way to make some vessels for cooking.” He had loved cooking alongside Isa after all. The pots would be a way to honor her memory.

Not that she had parted this world, but she was in Auster now, far from the northern reaches of Boreas.

"Speech," 'Thought.'