Three Minutes Til Charlie

Shilah continued to chew on the piece of bone until he shaped one side of the bone spearhead. He then moved to the next. Shilah focused on the overall shape, he could refine it later. Once that was done he moved back to the flint, pausing to carry on the conversation for a bit while his mouth wasn't full. "Most of what I learned was from my father when it comes to weaponry. Do you do a lot of crafting, miss Ragna?"

Shilah moved the flint between his paws and took a good look it, eyeing the veins. Repositioning his paw he picked up the granite stone and began to strike the flint with calculated strikes knocking short flakes from it. He worked carefully, sculpting while keeping the ridges in mind and where he intended for the tip to be. He set the rock down to take another break, stretching his jaws to rest up for a bit. He really needed a companion with an opposable thumb.