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

Dagrún bounded about with her stick, letting one end drag in the dirt. Truth be told she was feeling restless and wasn't sure she could sit still long enough to do any crafting. She slowed and chewed on one end of the stick for a moment before she heard someone approach. She turned to see a pretty girl standing there, she seemed to glow but it didn't throw Dag off for long. Having members of the Aeris family in the pack tended to bring one to rapid acceptance that some wolves had wild coats.

"Oh, nothing much, just messing around." She settled the stick between her paws and using her teeth she pulled off an extra branch. Her ears flicked forward. "Say, Do you want to spar or something? Or we can make spears out of sticks!" She was good with either, she was just eager to do something and it would be way funner with someone else. Valdís was out like a light so she wasn't too worried about waking the older woman up. Then again, if she did, it wasn't like the other pup presented a huge danger.