Pointy Sticks

Gossamer's retrieval of the stick was cut short as a boy her own age bounded out of nowhere and grabbed the other end of the stick. Her eyes narrowed and she would have yelled at him but she didn't dare let go of the stick. A low puppy growl emerged from her throat as she tried to pull the stick back over to her side. However, it was quickly becoming clear that she was fighting a losing battle as the boy was bigger and heavier than her even though she dug her paws in as much as she could.

At that moment Ásta returned with a couple sticks. The giant fox saw the pups and sighed for a moment before setting the sticks down. "Let him have it Gossamer. I have some sticks here that will work for our spears. Now come here and start chewing off the excess branches so we have a clean surface."

Gossamer's brow furrowed and she pulled back hard before letting go. "Fine." She looked at the boy. "You can have that one then." With a toss of her head she trotted over to one of the sticks her companion brought her and she started pulling off the excess branches.

The fox looked over to the boy and nodded in greeting. "Hello." She looked to Gossamer then poked her charge. The girl sighed dramatically and sat up. "I'm Gossamer Fatalis, princess of the Armada. Who are you?"