It was within a well-lit alley where he was crouched over to properly tending to a minuscule wound on a dog’s back leg. “Hold still now—” His hand reaches for a box that had contained several bandage wraps. Consequent to grabbing hold of one he quickly tears off a narrow piece, only to shortly afterwards wrap it over the injured area. “There, all done.” Almost instinctively, his gloved hand then moves to give the dog well earned strokes atop his head. “Your owner abandoned you, did he...” Eyes narrowing, the smile he wears gradually begins to fade away. Despite that being reason enough to be upset, he cannot say that he’s surprised, and so his expression remains blank—empty of both sadness and anger, contrast to his thoughts. Upon hearing the dog bark abruptly in a cheerful manner, and moving towards the source of who or what had caught his attention, the forgemaster perks up, shifting his sights towards an individual who had somehow avoided his detection. Not that it had mattered to him, given his new little friend’s reaction to them. “... They’re a good judge of character—animals.” Among other things, yet he chooses to refrain from saying anything else. Rising from his position, he then begins to walk toward the pup, only to soon after pick him up to carry him in his arms.
“He likes you, you know. Which is odd considering just an hour or so ago, he was strongly against the idea of anyone approaching him.”
