Come And Drink And Thirst No More

Dagrún cocked her head at the boy, very sure he'd just made up that word. Well, whatever it was, her axe was going to be cooler. She finished the bone blade then looked back to Sperla for the next step, eyeing the bowl of pine pitch the bird had near the fire. "Ok, now we add pine pitch to the notch then slip the blade in and wait for it to dry."

Dagrún grinned, she liked this part. She still thought it would be fun to see what would happen if she threw the sticky pitch in someone's fur. She picked up the stick of pitch that was sitting in the bowl. The heat had already made it sticky so she positioned the axe handle between her paws and carefully dabbed some pitch in the notch. Setting the pitch back in the bowl she picked up the bone blade and with Sperla's help pushed it into the notch and set it out to dry.