Finders Keepers!

Rhyme was more curious about where Actaea would look for their rocks than he was searching himself. He kept his bright gaze upon her as she raced from one hole to another in quick succession. He tilted his head curiously as she managed to amass quite the collection. He grinned in approval as she finally looked like she’d finished. He watched her take the antler in her mouth and prepare herself for work. He nodded and stood, grabbing the flattest rock and laying it on the ground. He’d use another slightly more pointy one to score the surface. He dropped the rock back down and looked back to the apprentice. "Place the first tip where i marked, and as I tip this one back and forth over the tip gently rotate it." He told her as he placed a similarly flat long stone over the antler’s tip like a see-saw. With one large icy white paw he’d step forward and back, effectively grinding down the bone.