These Little Rascals Are Everywhere

Lynvarr chewed a few more chunks off the other side of bone before deciding he had a pretty decent spear head. The point still needed to be refined a bit so he took the blade in his teeth and started rubbing it against a large stone to fine tune the point. Once that was done he took the bone knife in his teeth again and worked to sharpen and refine that one a bit more now that he had the smaller spearhead finished. He nodded at Káti's words. So it was the other man's first Boreas winter as well. That was good to know. He supposed he ought to find a native and ask what the winter's were usually like but he was familiar with northern winters and figured he might as well expect the same of the northern regions of Boreas.