Warmonger to Blacksmith

Mateo howled long for the loss of his pack. To lose so many in such a short order was like a red-hot dirk slowly driven into his heart. As he sluggishly ran through the massacre's aftermath in his mind he steeled himself. He would not let such a atrocity happen again... He felt he had let his pack down as a Blood Talon, not even being able to lift a claw against the monster that had torn his family to shreds. With that in mind, he sadly withdrew his name from the ranks of the tribe. With the thought of keeping his den and his remaining pack in a secure position he threw his hand in with the Iron Masters, with the idea of learning from their more modern idealogies. He would take their knowledge of forging weapons and armor of war and combine it with his already vast talent to better serve his pack.

Many had been lost, but in the fires of loss the weapons of vengeance would be forged...