Fancy Sticks!

Dagrún carefully tilted her head so that the bare end of the spear was on the ground and the part near the spearhead was resting on a rock so that it could dry completely. She chuckled as Fin explained his companion liked to insult him. "Sperla doesn't insult me so much but if I mess up I get The Face Of Great Disappointment." She winked at he bird then flopped down on her belly, tail wagging lightly as she addressed her brother. Sperla ignored the girl and spoke to Fin. "Now you have to wait for the pitch to harden. You can just lean it against a rock to finish drying. We can wrap cord around to secure it even more but that can be quite tricky with paws." Dag had to admit she was rather jealous of how agile the kestrel was with her beak and her talons and even more so of the wolves that had primate companions with nimble hands and fingers. Still, she was sure she could find a way to do it.