My Name is Cuban Pete

Ásta frowned a bit at first that the creature was not another fox but some strange sort of wolf or other canid. However, she didn't wan to let that get in the way. She shrugged. "Not that I know of but it's hard to say for sure." The fox was eager to change the subject and turned back to Gossamer who was waiting on her next set of instructions. "Ok, good work on getting those smaller branches off. Now you'll want to try and sharpen the point. Pick it up in your jaws and start rubbing the end onto that rock to sharpen the tip, like so."

Gossamer watched as Ásta demonstrated with another stick. She nodded and picked hers up, carefully positioning the end in her jaws as she tipped her head and started awkwardly trying to shove it against the rock so that the rock would scrape parts of the wood off to form a point. She was awkward and clumsy at first but soon she found her rhythm and in the end had a nice wooden spear.