Red and Silver Lining
Skills
05-08-2020, 03:53 PM
It was hard not to hear the squish of paws on sand, but Sparhawk ignored it. Had it been a rushing predator, the sound would have happened in a quicker succession. As such, he wasn't surprised when the form of the youngling that he'd saved from the bear popped up. Casting a crimson glance sidelong at the girl, he chuckled. "Fire is good thing to control." Especially in the snowy north. When asked what he was doing, the big man reached to the side, grabbed one of the saplings, and handed it to the girl. "Makink spears." He never really used spears except when fortifying an area. With claws, he picked at the end of the spear until a bit of bark gave way. Once it did, he carefully peeled it down the length of the sapling before spitting it to the side. "We remove the bark, yeah? Is good to have smooth spear." Again he showed her the process of peeling the bark away. "What is your name, younglink?" "Speech" |
Sparhawk has a very heavy Russian accent. Forgive his bad grammar.
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