Maybe He Fell In

Lynvarr took his time, walking at an easy pace with a couple of sticks secured in his mouth. He had a long one for a wooden spear and a shorter, thicker one that would for the handle for a bone axe. First came the boring part. He needed to chew off the excess branches and leaves. Settling the long stick between his paws he got started on that one first. Once he had that one taken care of he turned his attention to the smaller branch and removed the twigs and leaves from that one as well. He also took a moment to use his claws to peel off some of the chunkier bits of bark. As he worked he paused a moment to glance at Káti. "If I'm not mistaken, I saw you at that raucous party on the beach. Did you manage to avoid trouble?"