Do ya wanna build a stab-stick?

It had been on a whim that he had turned up at the borders of his new friend’s pack and called for her. There wasn’t any reason he could thing of that she might answer him, and he’d always been ok on his own before now, so he wasn’t quite sure what compelled him. The weirdness was getting weirder if that was possible, the earth seemed to pulse around him, and with things getting darker, well, he thought, then what better use to make of the glowing rocks than to try and turn them into spears? Or arrows? Or anything really… maybe even a dagger? That’d be pretty cool… Glowy stabby things would be great for hunting in the dark!

He had traded some pelts for twine, and gathered some long straight sticks, all he needed now was a second set of paws to hold one end while he tied the crystals on the other. He even had feathers already glued to the thinner ones as fletching. If he could come up with a way to break the crystals off that was. He hoped she would come, it could be fun!

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