can you take this spike?

Taiga continued to dig, dirt mucking up her claws and she grumbled in distaste as the hole widened and widened, deepened and deepened. The giant cat lost herself in her work and was only brought back to the present by the voice of the wolf, telling her that the pit was deep enough. The pure white of her underside was marred with muck and mud and as she looked down at it, she gave an irritated scoff. She deserved a long bath after this.

Powerful legs propelled the woman from the pit and she landed agilely on the ground near the wolf. He indicated the saplings that he'd been collecting and spoke of sharpening the points with a knife. Taking up one of the poles, Taiga unsheathed her massive claws and swiped at the edge, sheering off some of the wood. Not as uniform as whittling away with a knife, but it was still pointy.

Back down in the hole, Taiga began pushing the stakes into the ground. Her stomach growled loudly. She was more than ready for lunch.