[/html]The heavy fire and iron born blade fell with a crack against the log. It split, perfectly down the center as he had hoped and anticipated. Strong arms placed another large log on the stump, its weight light as a feather compared to the axe. Once again, he rolled his shoulders, placed the blade in the center and claimed his spot and kept his eye on it. Arms moved up, and then with force and the weight of his chest and the weapon fell with the same satisfying crack.
The axe was a surprising find, as well as a shocking fit in his paw. The male had hoped to gain a skill of a long sword, or with a weapon that looked at bit less practical. But the single headed axe was brought him a comforting sense of balance.
It had started when his mother had needed wood for her boiler, to draw the water out of the maple tree’s syrup. Since then he had taken up the task Oak had brought down all the dead wood around the Manor and had gathered enough for the next winter. But now he spread out into the forests around his pack’s base and then towards the borders. Anything that looked dangerous, a broken limb or a fallen tree Oak cleared the path and made the way a bit safer.
Oak placed the beaten logs aside for when he could haul it back to the Manor. He took to his patrol, the axe in hand, when he heard the call. It was close, and though his job was far from greeting a stranger and likely another who wished to take a tour around the packlands Oak figured he was the closest and he should at least see if it was being tended to. He made his way at a steady pace, jogging when the terrain allowed it, and came upon her without much of a delay.
His russet form broke through the tree line, and he watched the clothed figure before him. Words did not come first, her scent a loner’s perfume and with no pack trailing along the feminine pheromone. He swung the axe into the nearest tree, left it there without much of a second glance and approached the stranger. You called? He asked the hypothetical question before speaking a bit more formally. I’m Oak, and this is Crimson Dreams lands. What brings you here? His tone was deep but light as he ended with small smile.
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