Busy Wolf, Lazy Cat

Mæva secured the stick between her paws and eyed it for a moment as she tried to remember what Sparhawk had told her about creating a spear. Ok, well, first she needed to strip off all these excess branches. Taking the smaller branches in her jaws she started stripping them off one by one, pausing for a moment to eye Natha who was laying in the sun and not doing anything. She couldn't imagine just laying there like that but she wasn't a cat. She knew Geira liked to do the same. It had to be a cat thing. Mæva chewed through another small off shoot, pausing for a moment to spit out the bark that accumulated in her mouth. She wrinkled her nose as she felt some of it get stuck in her teeth. Mæva wished there was an easier way to do this.