the rusted steel

The dark-toned wolf eyeballs the spear she's working on. Once the top of that broad stick has been carved properly, and the stone spearhead wedged in place, it was time to bind the weapon.

And bind they did. Lefty began to use some of the scraps they had, some of the leather. She wound it around the spearhead, where stone gathered into wood, and tightened it with gradual movements of the jaw.

Each wrench of leather brought the stone spearhead closer to where it needed to be.

Kite asked a question and Lefty answered breezily. "The stores. I've no idea how many of the pack know how to handle a spear, but they're always good to have about, you know." Her voice is soft and pleased as she tests the spear by jostling it. The stone doesn't move. "I'm more of a sword handler, myself."