Rollin', Rollin', Rollin', Keep 'Dem Doggies Rollin'

Gossamer chewed away at the antler, working to free the excess tines from the main section that she planned to work into a rough atlatl shape. The sound of fangs on bone echoed in her ears as she worked. This was tough work on her teeth and was slower than she wanted. Maybe some day she'd figure out a better and quicker way to do this.

Taking a break from the atlatl she moved over to the dart. Taking the stick over to a sharp, fractured rock she started scraping one end of the stick to sharpen it. Gossamer carefully used one of her paws to help aim the stick as she twisted her head and scraped. When at last she had a good point she moved over to the fire that Asta had made and stuck the point in the ash harden it. As soon as it turned black she pulled it from the fire and set it aside.