Crafting an Item: Femur blade |Round |1|2|3| He held the femur between his paws, chewing and attempting to break the end off into a sharp point but so far the rounded end had remained fixed to the rest of the bone. “Strong enough not to break in battle.” He thought to himself in an effort to keep himself from working at his task rather than abandoning it to find something more interesting. If he had someone else he could lever it against a rock and break it off while they stood on one end as he pressed down on the other. He considered calling Rain but gods only knew where that damned boy was. His son had been distant and had been apprehensive about joining the pack. Did such weakness come from his Wreckage lineage? Or was it some lasting nature from the boy’s mother?   He lifted his lip momentarily before snorting indignantly. The woman who had once been a subject of joy for him had become a bitter pill to swallow. He may have abandoned his pack but he had never even considered abandoning Rain, no matter how much he disappointed him. He had been foolish enough to hold her loyally in his heart while he had been away, denying female traveling companions and any warm comfort they offered him. She had disgraced him and he had been foolish enough to love her. For a moment he considered flinging the bone away in anger but ultimately settled for knocking a stone off the rocky ledge he rested on. Anger was unbecoming for him and to let his emotions get the better of him was beneath him. Speaking  Thinking You

They were still young and only allowed out during the day, with their father nearby. Though she much preferred the night time, she was keen on obeying her father's orders. She was exploring, alone like she normally did. Though she did interact with her siblings it was more in an individual level. She was tired of them as a large mass and even though their family den was huge, she felt suffocated at night. She was doing her best to push the emotions and feelings back and slept in her own corner of the communal den. Huffing lightly the still small form climbed over the rocks that littered the maw. She was going as far as she could go from the den and she was glad she did. Upon climbing on on of the rocks she stayed there for a moment looking around. Her eyes landed on a large grey form not far from her location. He was chewing on something, but at the moment she couldn't see what. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to analyze what the stranger was doing. It looked white like some sort of bone, but she wasn't entirely sure since his mouth was on it. She was curious to know what he was doing exactly and her thirst for knowledge was making her want to approach. She knew within the boundaries of the pack she was mostly safe. She was sure she wasn't that far from where her father's watchful eyes were so if this male didn't play nice the young girl would be saved by the beast that was her father. Moving forward she approached him, shifting her travel to the left quiet a bit so that she could be in front of him. It took the runt and late bloomer that she was a little to get there, but soon she was quietly standing in front of him, calm eyes looking over what the male was doing. Analyzing why exactly he was chewing the bone, but she still couldn't figure it out. "What you doing?" her tone was dull, but loud enough for him to hear. "Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"

Crafting an Item: Femur blade |Round |1|2|3| He looked up from his work passively, his eyes calm as he looked the girl over. The resemblance to Rain was uncanny, and if he hadn’t known better he would have mistaken her for his own daughter. A soft smile curved at his lips, she was his sister, the scent of his father wafting off her fur confirmed it. “I’m making a weapon.” He explained calmly. “Would you like to help?” He offered, his expression soft and patient. Unlike his full blooded sisters Tyranis felt a small connecting tug between himself and the pup before him. She was after all a Praetor and was destined to be powerful, unlike the two flighty sisters that had been the cause of so much trouble in his early life. “My name is Tyranis, what’s yours?” He asked with the cadence of an adult speaking to a child. Speaking  Thinking You

His body language did not seem threatening, in fact it seemed more focused on his task at hand then anything. She wondered for a brief moment if he would simply ignore her and just continue what he was doing until his task was done. Though soon he looked up towards her. Calm eyes looked over his face, memorizing the details of his facial markings, the details in his eyes. She didn't know who this man was and he had yet to be flooded with pack scent. He must be new around here that could be the only explanation for the lack of pack scent. Internally she was weary of this stranger not sure why he wasn't rich in the scents of their home land. He was making a weapon, crafting had yet to be taught to her. Though whatever he considered himself doing looked interesting enough that she wanted to learn more. Draken's words rang through her mind briefly and it took her a moment to think over what she wanted to do. All the while the male introduced herself, mentally bringing her focus back on him. His name sounded strong and she repeated it a few times within her mind, eyes studying his face again. Father wasn't far, what harm could learning to make a weapon be? She nodded her head silently stating that she would like to help, before approaching and waiting for instruction of what to help with per say. Though the questions that buzzed within her little mind. She would fallow his instructions on what to do, when he gave them. "What is a weapon...... used for?" she asked. "Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"

Crafting an Item Related To Fighting: Femur blade |Round |1|2|3| The girl seemed to ignore him asking for her name, but he could hardly blame her, introductions must seem trivial compared to the art of crafting. “Weapons are used for one thing, and one thing only; killing...” He explained, rising to his feet to wedge the bone between two rocks, leaving the freed end standing at an angle. “Fangs and claws won’t always be enough to kill prey, and will never kill them quickly. A weapon makes kills easier, and should you end up in a fight, it makes injuring your opponent easier as well.” He explained, then stepped casually onto the rocks holding the femur in place. He sat calmly on the flat surface of the stones, then turned his head to look at the girl. “When I say three I need you to jump onto that end.” He said, pointing to the exposed rounded end. “You’re going to fall when it breaks, so be ready to land. Try to jump as close to the end as possible.” He instructed. “One…Two…Three!” Speaking  Thinking You

She had completely forgotten that he had asked for her name, to focused on what in the world the male was doing. Crafting hadn't been taught yet and quite frankly she hadn't seen anyone in the pack crafting other then Tyranis here today. Her eyes looked up to his own as he explained what this weapon is used for. His answer made her ears perk forward. She had thought killing was by tooth and claw, not by objects such as these. When he rose her eyes fallowed his movements, traveling back down to the bone and watching what he did with it. He went on to explain further and she mentally questioned it. She had seen father easily kill a turkey within minutes, how would this object make that kill anymore faster. She didn't voice it though because he continued to speak and she listened. Giving her orders as to what she could do to help him. She nodded to his words and shifted herself to be ready to jump on the other end. As close to the end as possible and she was going to fall. She could do this, it didn't sound that complicated. So she prepared her form and listened to his count down. One three she jumped, landing on as close to the end as she could manage. With a fairly loud crack the end broke off under her weight and she was braced for the fall and landed swiftly on her feet. With compact paws compared to her siblings she was just a bit more swift and agile on her paws. Once landing she looked back up to him and the blade wondering if she done what he had wanted. She then remembered that he had asked for her name. "Actaea Praetor is my name," she replied. "Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"

A wide grin pulled at the male’s lips as the bone snapped and the girl landed effortlessly. “Excellent!” He exclaimed then stepped away to retrieve the knobbed end at the girl’s feet. “We are well met little sister.” He said calmly, then settled onto his belly to rub the broken edge against a stone, sharpening the jagged end into a fine smooth tip. They may have only been half siblings, but Tyranis had fully accepted the Praetor way of life and culture. He could see just from the girl’s serious expression that she had never known anything but the demons of the mountains and felt an odd sense of pride as a result. Speaking  Thinking You