Finding what is lost

He could feel her admiring eyes on him, but when he turned to look her attention was on the soot residue from the latest blacksmithing project. He narrowed his eyes, before turning back to what he was sorting through. “I don't know the first thing about blacksmithing,” he said, somewhat frustrated. “Any clues on your end?” her creativity and sheer… knowledge of obscure things had to come in handy here, right? He had to do something, if the pack didn't see him putting in the effort to find Charlie it would damage his fragile balance of the pack. 


He sighed, putting the list back down again and taking a step back, surveying the workstation in a slow, methodical motion. “We have gems and metals in abundance.” He continued, putting his thoughts into words… for all the good it did him.