These Little Rascals Are Everywhere

Lynvarr chewed on the bone fragment, sharpening one end into a blade-like point before moving to the other side. He didn't mind the sound of his fangs on bone or the sound of Káti's on the antler. He paused in his chewing at Káti's question. "Cold and lot's of snow. I have the feeling its going to be a bad winter but its hard to say for sure. This will be my first winter in Boreas. What about you? Do you live here?"

Lynvarr moved back to the knife. He kept chewing away at the bone to start shaping the piece into something more like a blade. He worked diligently until he got the shape he desired. Lynvarr then took the blade in his jaws and carefully started running it over a nearby stone to sharpen and sculpt and smooth out some of his rough tooth marks.