Three Minutes Til Charlie

Shilah shifted the flint under his paw and this time instead of picking up the granite stone this time he grabbed a chunk of antler and hit the flint hard with the blunt end of the antler to break more pieces off. Taking the granite up in his jaws again he carefully whittled at the flint, rubbing it along the edge until he had a serviceable arrowhead. There, that was one done.

He reached out a paw and scooted the piece of bone over between his paws. He chewed just a little bit more to refine the shape before running the bone along the granite stone to help sharpen the edges even further. He grinned to himself as he set the spearhead's side by side and examined them. "Well, I think that's enough for me. I'm going to have to give my jaws a rest after all that work." He stretched his jaw for a moment then yawned.