Coran braced himself against the wind. It was a sunny autumn day and it would've been quite nice had the wind not announced itself so loudly. Coran carried an elk shoulder blade in his mouth as he padded into the moor, scouting out an area with a bit more shelter against the wind. He soon arrived at the ancient circle of stones and placed himself on one side of the nearest stone to block the wind. Ahhh, already that felt much better.
Coran set down the elk shoulder blade that had been broken into fragments. Pulling out one of the fragments from his scrap of deer hide he set it between his paws and started to chew on the piece, working the larger fragment down into a smaller one that he could actually start shaping. He wasn't quite sure on what the best size would be but he had to start somewhere. He settled in and chewed carefully to shape the fragment, hoping to create a sharper point for one of his spears.
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