tell me, sister

Banshee laid down with the fresh stick resting beneath one paw and atop another to elevate it slightly. She didn't want to be kissing the dirt while working on the spear. Her eyes flicked towards the fire filled pup as she seemingly smirked through her fangs. As much as she wanted to harp on him about stabbing others she couldn't help but to feel amused. Banshee was once quite the trouble maker and always had some sort of drama lingering around her. Azure has a wild heart, that much was clear to her from the start.

With a small flick of her nose towards on end of the stick she spoke, "You want to find a good sturdy tree branch that is straight and is not waterlogged or hollow. Anything covered in holes wont do very well. You don't want your spear snapping in battle." A pause. "Once you find your stick you want to find a good end to be your pointy end. The thicker and smoother end is usually best." Banshee looked at either end of his own stick to ensure he had the best to work with. She then nodded and took her muzzle down to begin grinding her fang against the wood. After a few strokes she had taken off a few thin layers of the bark to expose fresh pale wood. "You want to apply enough pressure to take a thin layer off. The feeling will be weird at first but you get use to it."