waking up the neighbors

Their new station in life did not seem so bad. Their rules were solid-- meant to protect them, as much as keep them in line. Lefty had a right to their body, which they knew from travels was certainly not the case in all places.

Having explained that they desired to make their own weapon and defensive gear, Lefty slept soundly and woke with a jolt-- the family was not around, so they ventured out of the tree house and began to sniff around, digging into snow to find fallen, cracked branches.

Their tail wagged as they found a particularly sturdy branch. Lefty grasped it in their teeth, twisted, and threw it into the snow, where it landed with a pleasant whump. "That'll do nicely for a wooden sword."

They needed to begin with a rough prototype.