The Enemy of My Enemy

"Ok, now we'll put some of the heated pine pitch in the notch and add in the spearhead to help glue it together." Gossamer nodded and leaned the spear against a larger rock so that the end stuck up. She moved to the travois and unwrapped her stick of pine pitch. Taking it in her jaws she trotted over to the fire and warmed it to the point that it was sticky and starting to ooze. She took the pine pitch back over to the end of the spear and lightly pressed the pine pitch into the notch. She then set the pine pitch down and picked up the bone spearhead she had made. She carefully pressed the back end of the spearhead into the notch, using one of her paws to hold the spear steady. She held the spearhead into the spear until the pine pitch dried enough so that the spearhead wouldn't move out of place.

"Hey, don't get started without me, that's cheating!"