Fighters Circle [Festival Crafting for Fighters]

Skælingr and his wife closed their stall for the evening and made their way over to a crafting circle for fighters. He had a few items to work on and he knew she did to. It seemed like a good chance to meet other wolves with similar interests while also having a little bonding time. Skælingr set his travois down and dug around until he found a couple pieces of bone. He too the long bone, a piece of elk femur and set to work chewing on it. His teeth made a scraping noise that was pleasant to his ears. He first focused on the length of the bone, working to break off pieces to whittle it down to the desired length for a small knife.

Eventually he needed to take a break and give his jaws something else to do. He stretched his lower jaw in a few yawning motions before moving to spend some time with his other project. He wanted to see if he could use clay to shape weaponry. It was likely going to be more fragile but it was worth a shot. He'd start with something simple, like a spearhead. Skæ pulled out a small amount of clay he'd gathered early from the river and he started mashing it with his paw to try and make it flat.