Fancy Sticks!

The little fire had burned down to coals, the pine pitch was ready and soon Dagrún was going to learn how to make fancy pointy sticks. Well, if she could find her spearhead. She'd used one of her sharp claws to cut a shape out of clay that she dried and then Álarr had fired for her. Sure it was a bit wobbly and not straight but she loved it anyway and when Sperla, her kestrel, told her that she could use pine pitch to fasten it into a notch in a stick to make a spear well she had to give that a shot.

Dag let out a cry of victory as she found her spearhead. She set it down and then went combing through the range for a good stick. She didn't want anything to thick or too long. It had to be juuuust right. There were a number of trees near the barn and she immediately started looking to see if she could find something suitable. When at last she did she picked the whole stick up in her mouth and trotted back toward the little fire the kestrel had made.