The Enemy of My Enemy

The competition was on but it only pushed Gossamer to work harder and focus on what she was doing. She soon had a straight stick to put to use. She looked to Ásta who leaned in to whisper the next set of instructions. "Ok, use your teeth to make a notch in one end of the spear, that's where we'll put the bone spearhead you made." Gossamer nodded. This was going to be so cool. She shifted the stick between her paws so she could work her canine's down into the end to cut a notch into the spear. She moved carefully as she didn't want to chew a chunk off or do something goofy and ruin the whole project right from the start. True, she could get another stick but she wanted this one.