The Enemy of My Enemy

Áskell picked up the spear in his jaws and sauntered over to a large rock. He carefully repositioned the spear in his mouth so that his jaws were closer to the tip he wanted to sharpen for better leverage. He eyed the rock for a moment then started rubbing the end of the spear against the rock as he worked to make a sharpened point. It took some doing but with a little persistence he soon had a basic spear. "Ok, I'm done and waiting!" He picked up his spear and moved to the water's edge just to show Gossamer how much quicker his spear came together than whatever she was making. He started scouting for fish, figuring he may as well get a head start.