You need sleep

Mika

Why did these things have to feel so god damn frustrating. Theyd been trying to fashion this weapon for a while. Mika just couldnt handle their paws over the strips of bark to hold the sharp rock to the handle. A dagger. Mika snorted. What a sore looking weapon this was. Taking the object in their teeth they snarled throwing it to the ground. The force snapped the wood clean in half. Staring at the destruction Mika tilted their head back giving off a moan. It was time to start over. Having to find a new branch to fashion this to was going to take time. How could a wolf get a bit of help they thought. Simply wallowing in their own woe is me.