"You can try but I have a terrible problem of not listening to orders, just a fair warning," he said at Béatrix's offer ",But I wouldn't say no to such a chance. Writing and metal crafting isn't exactly the most thrilling of jobs though they pay well."

As Béatrix sat back revealing what lie under the jacket, the usual dormant primal instinct in the back of his mind. [i]She is ours[/i], it whispered the wolf wanting nothing more to make its claim on her as their new soulmate. Tholo pushed the primal instinct back down, going back to the rather enjoyable conversation they were having. He wouldn't have it ruined by his other half's desires.

"Those blades are probably my best work," Tholo said with a slight laugh ",Though now thinking on it probably should of put them in a safe rather then behind glass but I guess I thought of them as a nice conversation piece whenever asked about them. It's also slightly do to dumb pride over my own work I won't deny that. How many werewolves can say they were able to craft something out of silver? It was a challenge and I took it on and somehow succeeded."