A single structure sits at rhe edge of the dojo. Not attached but yet part of the whole. The not-howl of its soul guardian aches a mournful ton to the sky as she understands her master is never coming home. Instead a much younger figure approaches the air about him is familiar yet strange. He walks as though he lived here once long ago, but he has never tread in these halls. The cermite of his armour a mix of a cold red and a blue tinged silver is laced with trophies of wolves and a cloak of a great wolf's pelt. Upon his back sits a chainsword, a gift that the father had granted to his favorite of his ten thousand sons. The blade is well worn and defaced but the red runes still burn. Without welcome or comment he enters the old building and is welcomed by its gaurdian. As Fluffy sits at the side of her new master the garage doors of the old chop shop open revealing Brimstones unfinished projects.