Your Wonton is Wilted

Gossamer hummed as she wandered along the tree line closer to the redbud nook in search of sticks. She wanted a good straight stick she could craft into a wooden spear. She also wanted to find something shorter and a bit thicker to work into an axe handle. She still needed to make the blade. That could be added on later.

Gossamer scanned the brush as she walked along until she spied some straight branches that had blown down from the northern winds that were growing stronger as winter came closer. She picked out a long, straight branch for the spear and a shorter one for the handle. Carefully maneuvering the sticks into her jaws she trotted back to the area of shorter grass they'd set aside as a crafting area.