"I'm afrais my wings arent broad enough to do that. That, and I would look funny flapping my arms about to fly. Nargacugas weren't ment to fly long distnaces, they were more tooled towards short glids to get them from tree to tree in dense forests," he said taking the remaining shreds of the old wraps from his arm, "I guess I could learn to use them for hunting. It would give me something to defend myself with when larger creature manage to get close."

"Yes that would be very helpful." Beck said watching the other cubw make there way up there.

"Looks like I have something to do while I recover then. I'll need to look through the merchant's wears some more to find some equipment to help," he said, climbing from Ruby and heading towards the merchant. "Do you have any metal training equipment," he asked when he to the cart, staying several steps away so as to not run the risk of the other wrap giving.

"Metal training like for what" the merchant asks.

Beck yawns from the days adventure.

"Just something I can lear to better use these," he said, tapping the wing like protrusion on his arm, "Anything that isn't easily cut would help."

Ruby curled around, laying her head next to Beck and letting out a purr.

Beck begins to play a soft song that rang through out the colony.

"I think i have something that might help." He digs for a few minutes. "I have this book on bats.

"Oh, real funny, but I guess it'll help a little. Got anything that could go with it," he asked, his ears perking up at Beck's song.

Ruby began to qietly pur intune with the melody.

"Hmmm i have this here but it's an old manual for a jet i believe?" he says handing it out.

The tone of the melody is soft  but vibrent.

"I'm trying to lear to fly," he said, bringing a hand to his face, smaking himself on the forehead and shaking his head, "I'm trying to lear to use them as a means of defence."

"i've got nothing to fit that discription. Unless you want the books. that'll be just a piece of fruit." He says with a look of distaste.

Beck slowly ends the song. He pets Ruby on the head and slowly falls asleep.

"You can keep the books. I'm just needing metal strong enough to not be cut to pieces. If you have any beams or supports made of metal, I could use those," he said, "Now that I think about it, I could use some whetstones as well, my knives are getting a little dull."

By the time Beck had finished his song, the other two cubs had climbed up and fallen asleep beside beck.

"ok why didn't you say so?!" he pulls out beams of steel and two whetstones.

"Never mind that, how much for everything," he asked , looking over the metal and whetstones.

"Ten gold nothing less." the merchant says with a grin.

"Bars or coins," he asked, pulling out his bag again, "I've got the coins, but not the bars."