Growing Up

Onyx was aware of the approach of a stranger, but didn't jump up to flee. She was a tough girl, but not only that, she had her family here to defend her. She never showed weakness, she wasn't even sure she had it. That was at least what she wanted others to think.

The man stood nearby, addressing her which caused her to look up in his direction. She squinted gently while his own sack of items feel to the ground. "Sure, okay." It was less than thrilled but she didn't dismiss him. Picking out one of her vertebrae from her bag, she started sharpening and shaping it with a grinding stone. She peered up for only a few seconds to see the man's items, seeing small points he would attach to what he was working on. In silence, she jumbled through her bag and tossed him another grinding stone onto the grasses beside him. Her eyes flicked carefully to him before returning to her work.

After she had one of her pieces shaped, she held it up in her paw and examined the now hooked tooth looking bone. She pushed her sharpening stone against it just a few more times as if she was making it perfect. Next, she grabbed out five more bones that she found fit to replicate and started working on those each one at a time. Finally she had six claw-tooth looking bones all in a pile. Taking out a pick like tool, she grabbed her new shaped bones and started digging away holes straight through so she could strap them on to her harness.

Fighting Seasonal Prompt
Total Word Count: 960 words
Word Count Goal: 1500 words

"Onyx"