Set in Arachnea's Revenge, couple of miles north of Dahlian borders
The massive male trotted along outside of Dahlian borders, this time his twin blades did not hang to either side of him, the dagger though was still nestled on a calf in case he needed to do some up close and personal blood work. No instead of swords he carried an axe, more specifically an axe for cutting down trees. On an earlier patrol he had noticed a dangerous section of fallen trees that any unsuspecting wolf could walk across and find themselves tumbling down into a mass of twisted wood and briars, along with the cold water underneath. Normally such an action by him was quite rare since it hampered travel along the Dahlian borders, made it easier for him to track certain wolves that strayed close but when thinking about it, he couldn’t just leave it for a pack mate of his to become trapped in.
Really he should have asked one of the young males in the pack to come along and help him. Could have been a good exercise for them, as well as teaching them their roles in the pack as well. Without willing wolves to take care of Dahlia it would fade back into the grips of nature or under the strife of some bloody struggle. Saluce wouldn’t let that happen. As with most of the deeds he did he did not need some form of thanks or mention of it he just did his duty, glad to make the pack lands a better place.
Now though his eyes studied the problem in front of him. The grey behemoth was as strong as an ox, his heavily muscled frame was enough evidence of that but he wondered if he had bit off more than he could chew as he studied the tangled mess. With a shrug of his shoulders his body when to work, first starting off by clearing his way around the tangled bridge to get a better look at the problem. The tree trunk was rotten, the bridge had to go, and he’d have to create another easy passage for travelers to traverse the small river in the winter. But first he had to demo the old bridge. His axe went to work chopping along the trunk. Long arms swung with impressive might as little chunks flew off in every direction, even into his eyes which stopped him momentarily as he cleared his vision. The plan was to cut the trunk into more manageable sections to move off before finding another tree to fell across the river.
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