Words Are Hard

Dagrún's tail wagged as she saw Gossamer arrive with her little posse. "I'm gonna make a bracer out of the leather and maybe a sling to, I don't know. You doing tea again?" Tea was ok but she wasn't overly fond of drinking plant water unless she had to. Though Gossamer assured her it was nicer when the weather got colder. This particular autumn day was cooler than the last so maybe she'd give the drink a try later.

Dagrún returned to the bracer, setting one of her legs in the piece of leather and wrapping it around to check that it fit. Once satisfied she repositioned the leather and proceeded to chew holes in it. She held the leather down with her paws as he moved it into his mouth, biting through to create evenly spaces holes. Once that was done she moved back to the leather pouch and carefully used her canines to puncture a hole on either side of the pouch for the leather strands to go through.