Three Minutes Til Charlie

Ragna grinned. "How interesting. I study healing and fighting. I learned most everything from my mother." She didn't talk much of her father, he hadn't been in the picture. "I do quite a bit of crafting with my husband. He enjoys such pursuits as well." It was nice to have a mate who enjoyed doing the same things she did. Ragna picked the spear up in her jaws and trotted over to a large rock. She carefully repositioned the spear in her mouth so that her jaws were closer to the tip. She eyed the rock for a moment and then started rubbing the end of the spear against the rock to sharpen and push it into a point.

Satisfied with her spear she moved back to the axe handle. She carefully chewed at the end, removing a bit of excess material with her jaws and spitting it out on the grass. She then worked her fangs over one end of it to form a notch that could effectively hold the axe head.