ORIGIN

It had, a few hours prior, started to drizzle.

Orion was a cave that was often dry; to find rain here was unusual, and Ember had enjoyed it for a time. But his fur had soon been wet through; and anyway, he'd been wanting to try something in regards to his attempts at crafting objects in recent days.

So he was now sequestered away in one of the ruined buildings of the broken city, learning how to use his forelimbs.

They were rather draconic, in shape; paws, but with long and flexible fingers and claws. It wasn't anywhere near true humanoid dexterity, but given that his actual wings were attached to a different set of limbs, they were, at least, usable. He was now using one of the hunks of metal he'd found to try and hammer another into a shape; just what shape, he wasn't sure yet, but he was toying with the pieces to see what he could do.

The result was a loud clang, clang, clang that resonated through Orion, guaranteed to draw the notice of anyone passing by.

To add to that, the wolf-dragon's very body was giving off a quiet, soothing chime, a soft music that he hummed to while he 'worked.'

It was hard to miss it; but that wasn't his intent. He was just... creating. But again, he didn't yet know what.