breath of fresh air through smoke rings

She felt a little silly when he pulled out his own knife. It was a clever trick, having them holstered there. Finch would have never seen it coming... which is probably why she wasn't a fighter. There were plenty of other talented wolves that could take care of that, thank you very much. "I don't mind at all!" she chirped. It was only a small portion of her supplies that she'd brought with her on the trip in case she got any small scrapes or bruises during the journey. Finch watched him carefully as he attempted to sharp the firm but slightly flexible end of the feather. "Hmm... maybe at more of an angle?" She felt bad cutting up the feather he'd given her, but it was for a project! Finch lined up the feather and angled the knife at more of a 45 degree angle. She shaved the end off, leaving a very sharp pointed tip in its wake. "Like that!"