Smoke Rising

The other male, Wyndelin, brought up a problem needing a solution, and Eligos considered it. "I never thought to ask him," he said somewhat ruefully. He tilted his head to the side, considering. "I would imagine striking it with something sharp would not be easily done, but perhaps a friction cut? Something jagged that you can drag across it? Ideally it would be flexible so you could pull it from side to side like a walking motion, but I can't imagine what material that could be made out of. In the absence of something of that sort... perhaps an alternative fuel source? Dried buffalo chips, perhaps? Or old bones, once the fire is hot enough."

Wyndelin demonstrated what his companion usually did, then asked how the glass had worked. "It worked very slowly," he said. "I would not say well, though it did eventually start a fire." He studied the rock and metal Wyndelin had for a moment. "Have you tried... setting the rock at an angle towards where you want the sparks to go, and using your paw to strike with the metal at it?" He made a ramp of a stone by resting it against another rock to demonstrate what he was picturing. "You may be able to tie the metal on your paw, or grip it a bit in the groove between your toes and your pad..." He eyed the metal dubiously. "Though it may be too sharp unless you've got something sturdy it could rest against. Trying, and having it slice open your paw, would perhaps not be an ideal end to that experiment." Faint humor colored his voice.