Pitching A Tent... Not That Kind of Tent

Áskell's ears perked up at the mention of glue. Now that sounded fun! He wondered what would happen if he stuck the glue in his brother's fur. Well, maybe he better not. If he was bad his father would limit his wanderings and he didn't want to be grounded in the Nook all winter. "Ok, I'll help! You can show me how to make it. My name is Áskell Klein." He watched as the older wolf set a bowl on the ground and then started scooping pine sap into the bowl with a stick. He scouted along the ground and quickly found a stick of his own. Seizing it between his teeth he bounded over to the tree and tipped back on his hind legs so he could reach the hole in the tree. Taking his stick he started dabbing some sap onto it and then awkwardly trying to dab it into the bowl.