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He knew the tools he had created to help him with skinning and breaking down the prey he killed were fairly crude instruments, mostly just consisting of sharpened rocks wrapped in leather on one end, but they were fairly effective so he didn't mind too much whenever they wore down or broke. He'd like an option that was a bit more durable, but until he figured out an option for that he was happy enough crafting a new set every season or so. He started walking along the bank of the currently frozen river so he could find a few good stones that he could use for his project, having to break apart parts of the ice around the shore so he could pick out a few he liked.

Once he had a small collection of them, he brought them over to his den, leaving them in a small pile near the entrance while he went off toward the trees to start collecting some pieces of wood. Not only would a fire help to keep him a bit warmer while he worked, but it would also help to loosen up the pine pitch he kept so that he could adhere the leather around the grip of his makeshift knife more easily. As he walked back and forth between the nearby trees and his den, he thought about how relaxed having a project like this made him feel and knew that he really should be finding things like this to do more often. With all the thoughts about Aranea and the worries he felt over whether he was being a good enough father for his children, it was nice to just have something to keep his mind on for a while.

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