Inconceivable!

The sound of teeth on bone echoed through the forest as Skælingr worked to shape the atlatl. He focused on chewing off the antler tines that were in the way. It was tough work on his teeth but he was determined. Once the tines were mostly chewed off he did try picking up one of his granite stones and bashing it against the antler. This worked for awhile but he soon went back to chewing o polish it up. He had to admit there was something nice about just chewing on antlers. It was hard work but he was slowly getting there. He paused for a moment at his wife's question and shrugged in reply. "There's no hurry. Summer has only just started and we still have time but, yes, I would like to join a pack by winter time."