Call Me MacGyver

Jupiter was quick to abandon his stick in favor of inspecting Ashiel's. He scooted closer and eyed it critically before finally nodding approval. "Looks perfect." He then bounced to his paws and went racing towards a very small pile of spearheads that Amadeus had made over the last couple weeks. "No, Jupiter." He skidded to a halt and stared questioningly up at his companion. "He'll have a hard time shaping stones without hands. Show him the other method."

Ah, the other method. He liked the other method; he could help with more of it. Amadeus had made several large spearheads to be used in the pit, but mostly it was going to be filled with simpler wooden spears. The stone ones just looked more menacing. "Okay!" He scampered back to his stick and flopped down again.

After positioning his stick between his forepaws again, he looked up at Ashiel and explained, "Next step is to turn the stick so that the split sides are laying on top of each other. This part's kinda hard. You gotta split them into two more as evenly as you can. I gotta do them one at a time, but maybe 'cause you're bigger you can do both at the same time. I dunno." He set to work chewing on the top piece. Once finished with it he would flip the stick over and try to line the newest split up with the one he was about to start, but for now he simply struggled with the first and watched Ashiel curiously to see if he could do better.

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”