The Enemy of My Enemy

Áskell set the branch between his paws and started to chew off the extra branches and leaves so that he would have a clean, straight stick to sharpen into a basic spear. He seized one particularly tough brach and tugged for a moment before working his teeth all the way to the bottom and chewing it off. He felt that doing a flexible and straight forward spear would be the best for fish. Soon Gossamer arrived and he let out a fake laugh at her comment. "Prepare to get knocked down a peg, princess." He'd show her. Sometimes the simplest solution was the best. Áskell focused more on what he was doing than he had in a long time. He really needed the spear to be smooth so it moved well.