GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Harbringr shifted the stick in his mouth as he trotted back toward the lake. It was a beautiful autumn morning, crisp and clear and sunny. It was the perfect morning to spend some time by the lake with the sun on his back and a project between his paws. Costanza was sleeping in a tree near the lake so he opted not to disturb her. This was one unfortunate thing about her coming back as an owl. She tended to be asleep when he was awake and vice versa but they were managing. He arrived at the lake where he had a small deer hide with an assortment of rocks and other items. Carefully he set the stick down, placing it between his paws as he started to strip off the extra branches and little bits that were in the way. If he was going to craft a spear he needed to get the stick smoothed out.
