Fancy Sticks!

Dagrún glanced at the hummingbird. "It's cute though, does it talk?" She knew only a few animals could speak the language of wolves. Sperla had a heavy accent but she was still easy enough to understand. Speaking of…

"Ok, my stick is done!" Dagrún looked to Sperla for the next set of instructions. The bird hopped over to the split in the stick and inspected it, her head moving in the usually jerky motion of birds. "Ok, get the spearhead ready. I will prep the pitch." The bird was still wary of letting the little pup near fire or hot items. Dag reached over and grabbed the bone spearhead she had, scooting the other one over to her brother while Sperla took a small stick of pine pitch and heated it up over the fire. Once it was stick the kestrel hoped back over to the stick that Dagrún was holding up with her paws. The bird dabbed the sticky substance into the split then Dagrún carefully stuck the spearhead into the split, being sure not to touch the pitch. She let go then gently set the spear up to dry.

Sperla then turned her attention to Tyrfing for when he'd need pitch added as well.