Your Wonton is Wilted

Gossamer glanced at Áskell as she settled down with her sticks. She smirked. "Looks like someone is finally going to pay attention to defense." He couldn't give her crap about her bracers now. Gossamer set the stick down between her paws and started to chew off the extra branches and leaves so that she would have a clean, straight stick to sharpen into a simple, wooden spear. She seized the final branch and pulled for a moment before scissoring her teeth all the way to the bottom and chewing it off. She worked in silence until at last she had a nice spear shaft.

Gossamer then set the thicker stick between her paws and started chewing off the leaves and extra little sticks from that one as well. She had to focus on chewing some of the thicker ones off, pausing to spit out the wood from her teeth. She worked away until she had a clean base for the axe head.