Ever curious

In his peripheral, Xina was hovering over the seal carcass, using her paws to extract a rib bone near the flipper. He didn’t pay her any mind- he’d allow her to copy him, to create her own weapon to be used in battle or hunting. She could learn a thing or two from her superior brother.

With the muscle and blubber picked cleanly off the bone, Zagan set it down in front of him, inspecting it with a keen eye until he was content with his work. Next, he picked up his blade, using an unsheathed claw to tap the obsidian, before running it down the length of the edge to analyze its sharpness. He’d never be able to replicate it without proper tools- but a weathered, smooth stone would help him sharpen his bone. Placing his blade back in its sheath, Zagan picked up his bone and walked along the beach, searching for the perfect rock.

Once he found a suitable sharpening stone, the young Saxe settled down in front of it, gripping the bone in his paws and pressing it against the stone. He’d lean forward in a fluid motion, applying pressure as he did, before pulling it back in another fluid motion. He repeated this, over and over, a smile curling his lips as the edge of the bone slowly carved away into a pointed edge.

"Zagan Saxe"