I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

He hadn’t realized he was going to be interrupting a lesson, despite that Ysmir still settled comfortably beside his sister. Dual toned eyes looked up to the kestrel curiously as he lay with the antlers between his paws. Dag was quick to greet him though, commenting on his own items as she explained to him what was going on and offered him a direct question. With answers like this Ysmir had trouble answering. He barely used his voice and when he did the words came out in the quietest of whispers.

Even if he could speak that didn’t mean he had an answer. He had an antler and he wanted to chew on it, but could he make something out of it? The boy tilted his head and beheld the antler in front of him as Dag got started on her sling. What could he make out of his chew toy? The boy had to summon all of his creativity as he rolled the antler awkwardly beneath his paws.

”Knife.” He whispered softly with determination as he decided. How was he going to make that goal a reality? His antler was huge. How was he going to get it down to size? He uttered another sound of confusion as he started chewing again. It was going to take a long time to gnaw through this.