I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Ysmir barely squeaked the word out his his throat but at least Dag could hear it enough to give a satisfactory response. The boy still didn’t know exactly how he was going to make what he wanted. He kind of wished that he had a companion like his sister who could help him and teach him what he needed to know. The boy continued to struggle, but he didn’t give up, he just kept gnawing. The boy liked to chew on the antlers though so even if the project was tedious he was enjoying himself there beside his sister.

Eventually the boy was able to gnaw a whole tine off the antler piece. It was incredibly rough and could hardly be called a knife, but he was sure that if he poked someone or something’s flesh he’d make a hole. That was the point of a knife right? He placed the point at his paws, impressed with the sad results of his project. No matter how unrefined it was he could be proud of his accomplishment.