Kate was rubbing his left arm. She loved the feel of his fur. I was soft and he was muscular. She knew him to be a fighter. He lost weight and his bones poked out. "You will never have to fight. You can still train to keep your skills. We will go to the weaponsmith after we eat."<br/><br/>Kate took his paw and led him to a rack of formals that were popular for younger men. Her brother complained his father made him dress in dark tux and tails. They were traditional. But a wolf deserved something special. How are these fine leathers. The embroidery is lovely. Do you want special beading?"