I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Dagrún found a nice place to settle down and once she did the kestrel hopped off her and gently landed on the ground, flapping her wings a bit as she stretched. "Ok, first part of the lesson. You'll need to make a pouch to hold the sling ammo in. Bigger is not better, you want the ammo to fit well and not be loose nor too constricted."

Dag nodded. She was just about to start chewing when her brother, Ysmir, arrived with some neat looking antlers. "Hey, Mir! Those are neat. Want to make stuff with me? Sperla is going to teach me how to make a sling to throw stuff. What are you making?"

Dag bent her head started chewing on one of the scraps of leather. She was really getting into this crafting stuff! She could chew all sorts of things and no one got mad at her. She chewed through the scrap leather until she had a size for the pouch a bit bigger than one of her paws.