Returning

Dagrún paused in her rock dropping to examine her work so far. She had some good pieces here. She looked to Sperla who pointed out one of the pieces that she felt would make the best knife. "Try that one there and work to chew it into a more blade like shape." The smaller pieces could be turned into spearheads later if the pup wanted, otherwise they'd be left to nature.

Dagrún got to work, chewing very carefully on the bone to refine the blade. Once it was the rough shape she wanted she picked it up and rubbed the blade against a nearby stone to sharpen it even more without risking cutting her mouth. It was times like these she wished she had a beak that could hold things like this.