Weeds and Wildflowers

Crafting an item not related to any other skill: leather collar |Round|1|2|3|4|

He looked the pup over, trying to decide how he could help. He was far too large to hold the coin in place while he flattened it with the rounded edge of his blade, but maybe, he thought as he looked over the hulking pup’s frame, he could flatten it himself.

He picked up the coin in his mouth and placed it on a relatively flat rock then picked up the tool resting beside him and set it down in front of the boy.“Take this and hit the coin with this end as many times as you can.” He said gesturing to the knobbed end of his faithful weapon. “But be careful with this end, it’s very sharp, and make sure you don’t hit your paws either.” The rock he had chosen, thankfully reached up to the boy’s chest and if he got close enough it would hopefully prevent any accidents from occurring. He paused briefly on the thought of what his father would do if one of his pups was injured and couldn’t stifle the tremor that ran over his neck. He sensed a side to his father that could be unpredictable at times, and he knew in an instant that if whatever demon lay dormant within his father was unleashed upon him, he would be unable to stop it.

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