Your Wonton is Wilted

Áskell watched as Gossamer looked about for sticks for her projects. He wanted to say something to draw her attention to himself but for once he was tongue-tied. Áskell returned to the bracer, setting one of his legs in the piece of leather and wrapping it around to check that it fit. He then set it down and proceeded to chew holes in it. He held the leather down with his paws, claws out for grip, as he moved it into his mouth, biting through to create evenly spaces holes. Once that was done he moved back to the leather pouch and carefully used his canines to puncture a hole on either side of the pouch for the leather straps to go through.