Three Minutes Til Charlie

Ragna wandered along the southern edge of the prairie, searching for a good, straight stick to craft into a wooden spear. She also wanted to find something shorter and a bit thicker to work into an axe handle for her husband. She was crafting with another man she'd found in the prairie. Normally she wouldn't be so bold but he was a quiet, almost timid sort of fellow so if he got fresh she felt fairly confident she could put him in his place.

Ragna scanned the brush as she walked along until she spied some straight branches that had blown down from a thin, gnarly tree. She picked out a long, straight branch for the spear and a shorter one for the handle. Carefully maneuvering the sticks into her jaws she trotted back to the area of shorter grass they'd set aside as a crafting area.