My Name is Cuban Pete

Gossamer trailed after Natha, eager and grateful for the chance to stretch her legs. It made her feel special to travel out so far with the cat on her fishing trip. While Natha would use her time to fish, Gossamer was going to get a lesson from Ásta on making spears. It turned out the fox was familiar with creating weaponry.

The trio stopped near the river where Natha planned to fish. Ásta slipped out of the travois she'd been dragging and turned to face Gossamer. "Ok, the first thing you're going to need for your spear is a stick. Try to find something slim and the length you want." Gossamer nodded and took off along the shore line with her companion in tow. She looked on the ground as well as at lower branches until she saw a fairly straight stick laying on the ground. With a grin she rushed over to it and picked it up in her jaws. Bounding back toward their work area she dropped the stick triumphantly and turned to Ásta to see what the next step was.