good enough

Right! The payment of work was far preferable than giving up his coat before winter. He jumped to, his father had made sure he could do what was asked, when asked, like a soldier. He could be a troublesome boy, but he knew his training. The unnamed stranger rose to his paws, and marked out a section in the dirt.


This was where their trap would lie, they just needed to prepare it. His attention was then turned to the spikes, where his teacher had already begun the job of whittling. Seeing there were still sticks to work, he grabbed one and began to whittle it down to roughly the size and shape of the one he had been shown. Holding it down in a massive bear paw, And extending claws to shape it, occasionally biting at it with his sharp teeth until it looked right. He added it silently to the pile, but his eyes subtly moved back to his teacher, craving approval. He missed working with his father, though he wouldn't say It outloud.