Pound the steel

The season shifted and changed, bringing a chilled, icy landscape outside and a familiar, constant warmth to her. If it wasn't bad enough that the cold Auster winter kept them inside and made her a bit stir crazy, her heat made her even more restless. Still, she and Artorias had duties and tasks to attend to, projects to work on, and family to care for. She had spent the morning making breakfast for the family and any pack members that might want to join in, tending to her wines, and doing some general cleaning and maintaining of the castle, but eventually the sound of ringing steel that reached her from Artorias' forge reached her ears and drew her attention. She always enjoyed watching him at work and couldn't keep herself from moving down the hall toward his workshop.

She quietly stood in the open doorway for a while as he hammered away at the red hot steel, leaning on the doorframe with a little grin for a moment. Forming the weapons that Artorias had quickly become famous for took a lot of work and physical strength and every swing of his hammer made his broad, muscled frame rippled with effort under his dark fur. Gods... She did enjoy watching him work an awful lot. Eventually the steel had to be put back into the fire and once he had fed more air into the forge and stepped back to wait she took the opportunity to step into the room herself, the heat from the fire filling the space and echoing the warmth in her core. She stepped up beside him, her side sliding along his as she looked up at him with a smirk. "You were really pounding away at that one, hm?" she purred, tipping her muzzle up to kiss at his jaw.

"Artorias & Briar Carpathius"