I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Dagrún's ears flicked forward as she listened for her brother's soft voice. He stated that he was going to try and make a knife. "Cool!" She didn't know why her brother spoke so quietly when he did. He'd always been that way so she just rolled with it.

She glanced to her kestrel. "How's this?" Sperla hopped forward, cocking her head as she examined the pups work. The kestrel nodded. "Good, good. now use your teeth to make a hole in each corner. I'll tie a knot on one end, have you run it through one hole and then the other to make a loop and then I'll tie the second knot." The bird knew the pup struggled with such delicate motions.

Dagrún was swift to do as instructed though it took her some time to actually push one end of the leather strand through the holes after she made them. It was almost more patience than the pup could muster but in time she managed to do one side and then the other to make a complete sling.