Hazy Shade of Winter

Tornadic’s eyes lit up at her suggestion of a spear, his tail suddenly waving excitedly as he lifted his head. “No!” He chimed excitedly in response to her question. He thought of how he’d look with a spear, capturing fish and impaling prey, he pictured himself as bold and dashing with the long tool clutched in his mouth as he sprinted long legged through the woods.

“I promise I’ll work at it every single day.” He swore, twisting in an excited circle and giving playful war growls to emphasize his point. He dropped into a playful bow his tail still slashing in a wide arch as he looked at the woman expectantly, waiting to see how she would take his antler and fashion it into a spear.

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