Your Wonton is Wilted

Áskell settled across from Gossamer on the border of the tallgrass plains. After watching Gossamer's crafting and getting involved in a few more fights of his own, Áskell decided that making some bracers wouldn't be a bad idea. He could then make a sling out the extra bits. Áskell took the leather in his jaws and started working on cutting a rough piece that would fit around one of his front legs. Once he'd gotten that done he took one of the little scraps and started chewing it into the proper shape for a sling pouch. He didn't say anything to Gossamer about what he was doing but she could probably guess.