Forgewood the industrious beaver stood amidst the hustle and bustle of his salvage yard, surrounded by scrap metal and tools. He was covered head to toe in grease and sweat, evidence of his hard work throughout the day. In one hand, he wielded a blowtorch, the flame dancing wildly as he worked on a custom order for a car owner. With the other hand, he hammered away expertly at a partially disassembled engine, his movements precise and practiced. Occasionally, he would pause to inspect a piece of machinery before adding it to the ever-growing pile of scrap metal slated for recycling.

(Forgewood is a Anthropomorphic beaver who is Victor/hepheastus from my Hiddgod au)