What's A Boomerang That Doesn't Come Back? .... A Stick

Valdís had escorted Dagrún to the battlefield in search of spars against pups her own age. After a crazy melee fight with a number of other pups they were taking a break. Valdís was sleeping and Dag had woken from her nap early. Sperla, her kestrel companion, had offered to teach her to take a stick and sharpen it to make a spear and she wasn't about to pass up on that. Of course first, she had to find a stick. The battlefield was mostly flat and grassy but they had stopped to rest in a more forested area. Dagrún scouted along the ground until she found a stick about two times as long as she was. It had a couple of smaller branches extending off of it but it was relatively straight. Dagrún picked it up and trotted back to where Sperla waited for her.