trying new things

One of the things the Warlord had worked on well he had been den bound, was this contraption. The sharpened spares had been tossed gently beside him as spares, sharpened and shaped in a strange way. He had heard of fisherman back in the old Empire, but he had never taken the time to learn. This was either going to go terribly, or wonderfully.

He looked down at the cliff off the gamit Briar, overlooking the Bifrost. It was a decent drop, enough to make his head spin. He had unleashed the first shaped spear into the water, the rope made from roughened fibres sitting beside him, connecting the contraption to the water below. He had pinched some of Riva’s honey, and glued it to the spear with tree sap. Now, he just had to wait, and see if anything came of this little adventure.

The idea had come to him when Io had mentioned the hardships in hunting in the pack. It was true that the herds were out of whack after the volcano, fish might be another decent source of food, if he could figure out a way to bring in a decent hoard. He leaned back on his hunches, and looked up into the sunset as he waited for any sign of a tug on his rope.