Skælingr and his wife closed their stall for the evening and made their way over to a crafting circle for fighters. He had a few items to work on and he knew she did to. It seemed like a good chance to meet other wolves with similar interests while also having a little bonding time. Skælingr set his travois down and dug around until he found a couple pieces of bone. He too the long bone, a piece of elk femur and set to work chewing on it. His teeth made a scraping noise that was pleasant to his ears. He first focused on the length of the bone, working to break off pieces to whittle it down to the desired length for a small knife.

Eventually he needed to take a break and give his jaws something else to do. He stretched his lower jaw in a few yawning motions before moving to spend some time with his other project. He wanted to see if he could use clay to shape weaponry. It was likely going to be more fragile but it was worth a shot. He'd start with something simple, like a spearhead. Skæ pulled out a small amount of clay he'd gathered early from the river and he started mashing it with his paw to try and make it flat.

Ooc: thread for fighters to meet each other and craft or spar or what have you!
Deadline: August 17, 5:00 pm central time US

Getting to do the spars in the tournament had really only just begun to scratch the itch she had to kick start her learning to be a fighter. She'd gotten a good start with the wolves she had grown up around in her father's band, but that felt like it was only the beginning. The wolves here were way more sophisticated in their training and it made her really excited to learn more. The day seemed to be winding down as she walked around the tents along side her mother. She'd noticed some of the wolves during the tournament had pieces of armor and things of that nature - even her cousin Nolan had bracers. That quickly became her new focus and while they were walking around the stalls she tried to keep her eyes open for any materials they might be able to trade for that she could use in her own armor. She was carrying a few pieces of nice, thick leather that she'd managed to trade for earlier in the day, but there wasn't much else she'd seen so far that she thought she could work with. Once they all got back home she'd definitely have to ask Cairo about it and get his recommendations. Her two-toned gaze happened to fall on the man that she recognized from the fight that her mother had been in during the tournament and she bumped her mother's shoulder to get her attention, nodding toward the ivory man since her mouth was preoccupied with leather. "Talk" "You" Think

After the tournaments she was content to wander around the various tents and stalls that were set up around the Dancefloor of the Gods along side her daughter as the charismatic girl attempted to get some materials she so desperately wanted. She was happy to see Elba excited about fighting again since it was something she had worked on pretty heavily back in their former home. Of course, she knew that healing was also a passion for her daughter, but their priorities were a bit switched. While Elba preferred to focus on fighting and leave healing as her side project, Daelos mainly focused on healing and simply worked on her fighting skills out of necessity and feeling as if she needed to in order to help contribute to the pack. Her attention had been captured by a display of rare herbs she had only herd about and hadn't actually seen in front of her eyes when she felt Elba nudge her shoulder to get her attention. It pulled her eyes away from the display and she followed Elba's insistent nodding to look at the man she had fought turning the tournaments. It seemed like he was working on crafting something and she could tell from the pleading look in Elba's eyes that she wanted to go investigate. With a soft chuckle she nodded and led the way over to where he was working, offering the man a pleasant smile. "Hello, Skælingr! It's good to see you again - especially since it's out of battle this time." She chuckled softly and settled down onto her haunches. Elba stood slightly behind her shoulder, the young woman setting the leather she had been carrying down in front of her. "This is my daughter, Elba." "Talk" "You" Think

Jynn trotted happily over to the gathering of fighters, taking a moment to gawk at the projects everyone was working on. She'd just traded a couple live rats for some some neat pieces of bone, sticks and pine pitch. She was ager to use her new items to make a nice bone knife. Granted she probably didn't need to attach a wooden handle. If she wanted she could just chew, sharpen and whittle one end of the bone and leave the unaltered end for a handle but she was eager to try something new. Setting down her items she pulled out the piece of bone she wanted to work on and started chewing on it. She worked with her teeth for a bit but realizing this would take awhile she hopped up and got a rock. She lifted the rock high and dropped it on the bone til it cracked. That was better! Sitting down she chewed some more until she got a nice shard that would make a good blade.

Lynvarr planned to work on a bone spearhead. He could attach it to a spar later when he returned back to the north but for now he just wanted something sharp. Lynvarr had a few fragments of elk bone from the shoulder blade that he'd dropped up in the mountains of Waterfall Peak. Pulling out one of the fragments from his scrap of deer hide he set it between his paws and started to chew on the piece, working the larger fragment down into a smaller one that he could actually start shaping. He wasn't quite sure on what the best size would be but he had to start somewhere. He settled in and chewed carefully to shape the fragment.

Shilah scoured the border of the dancefloor where it met the beginning of the territory leading into waterfall peak. He had considered just finding a nice stick at the market but it seemed a waste to trade for something he should otherwise be able to find on his own. As the dancefloor was pretty scarce in trees he had to move away from the festival to find something. Once he'd gone to a more forested area it didn't take long until he found a suitable branch. Picking it up in his jaws he trotted back to the festival, stopping at a small crafting area. He set the stick down. "Hello, everyone!" He greeted before settling down to work.

Ragna had a few branches on her travois and she was glad that she'd brought them with her since the festival was taking place in an area with few if any trees. She'd made simple wooden spears before but now she sought to try something a bit more advanced. Her husband had made a good amount of pine pitch and she'd gotten a good trade on a spearhead for some clay beads.

She picked up one of the branches and set it down between her paws. Leaning down she used her teeth to start stripping off the extra leaves and branches. She wanted to have a good smooth stick to use for her project.

Kati kept to himself in the gathering, hanging out on the edge of the group. He didn't really feel super comfortable socializing. He wanted to get better but he just couldn't bring himself to really engage so he focused on working the leather he'd brought with him. Ideally he wanted to make a test set of bracers. This would be more a prototype for now. Káti took the leather in his jaws and started working on cutting a rough piece that would fit around one of his front legs. He chewed thoughtfully as he worked, grateful for the excuse not to talk. After all his mouth was full so maybe he wouldn't have to try and figure out how to make small talk just yet.

Skælingr mashed the clay until he had a nice flat piece. He bent his head, examining it to make sure it was a good thickness. He then took one of his claws and started cutting out a shape in the clay until he had something like an arrowhead. Hopefully this would work. He wasn't quite sure the best way to attach it to a stick but hopefully the pine pitch would work. He looked up as he heard his name. He smiled to see Daelos and another young woman. "Indeed, it's a pleasure! You fight very well." He dipped his head in greeting to Elba. "You're welcome to join me. This is my wife, Ragna." He gestured to Ragna who was working on her spear.

He moved from the clay spearhead back over to the bone knife. Working his teeth along the bone he continued to chip off little pieces here and there, making sure to sharpen only one end while leaving the other mostly untouched so that it could be used as a handle.

Deadline: September 2, 5:00 pm central time US

Elba was glad that her mother understood what she was trying to tell her since it was all just in motions and nudges. They had a pretty good understanding of each other anyway - part of being a mother and daughter pair perhaps. When they approached the man it seemed like he was very friendly, which she was happy about. Her two-toned eyes looked at what he was working on curiously, but with her pieces of leather still occupying her mouth she couldn't exactly ask about it. His offer to join him and the introduction of his wife made the young woman nod in agreement and give Ragna a dip of her head in greeting. She glanced around at the crowd of fighters that had gathered, all seeming to work on their own projects here and there. She settled near Skælingr and Ragna with her mother and laid out the leather in front of her. she had picked it out specifically because the wolf they had bought it from had dyed the leather a dark charcoal color that could almost even be called black. She thought it would be really neat to have a pair of bracers that matched the color of her paws so they would almost blend into her fur a bit. "Will you help me hold it around my leg so I can see how big it needs to be?" she asked Daelos, holding up her left foreleg toward her. "Talk" "You" Think

Daelos gave Skælingr a grateful smile when he offered to let them join him and the other fighters that had all seemed to gather to work on various crafting projects. She wondered if they were all working with materials they had gotten from the festival's stalls like they had, or if some had brought their own materials with them to work with. She turned to Ragna when Skælingr introduced his wife. "It's a pleasure to meet you!" With that she settled beside her daughter and watched as she began assessing the leather they had bought. She hadn't really intended on making anything for herself, but perhaps if they had enough material left over she would. It was hard to tell just from looking at a piece of leather, but it was a fairly generous strip of the material. At her daughter's request she stood and picked up the leather in question, draping it over Elba's front leg so they could begin sizing up how big of a piece they would need to cut. She sat back on her haunches so that she could use her front legs more freely and held the leather snug around her daughter's limb. "You'll probably need to cut right about here-" she said as she drew a faint scratch in the surface of the leather with her claw on one side, "And here." She drew a matching line on the other side of Elba's arm as well, leaving a little extra space to account for any mess ups they had in the cutting process. She figured it would be easier to cut it down more than worry that they would waste a whole piece of the leather because they cut it too small. "Talk" "You" Think

Jynn kept chewing away at the bone to start shaping the fragment into something more blade like. She worked diligently until she go the shape she wanted. Now it was time to refine it. She took the blade in her jaws and carefully started running it over a nearby stone to sharpen and sculpt it even further. Once she had the blade where she wanted she sat it down and moved her attention to the handle. She had a nice stick that would work well. She glanced over to see her companion Tahmores sleeping in the sun. She found herself yawning just at the sight of him. Maybe after she was done with her knife she would take a nap herself.

Lynvarr stretched his jaws for a moment then got right back to chewing. He chipped and whittled away at the bone, working to get it into a point shape for a spearhead. It was hard work. He had to chew a lot but he was persistent and determined to get what he wanted for his efforts. If he rushed he could risk the bone cracking or breaking in ways that would render his spearhead useless. Lifting his head he stretched his jaws, taking a moment to glance out at the scenery. In the distance he could see some clouds starting to build. Perhaps they'd be in for some rain later. While he wasn't overly thrilled with rain but he could do with some cooler weather.

Shilah set the stick down between his paws and started to chew off the extra branches and leaves so that he would have a clean, straight stick to sharpen into a basic spear. He seized one particularly pesky brach and pulled for a moment before working his teeth all the way to the bottom and chewing it off. He worked in silence until at last he had a nice spear shaft. Shilah took a moment to stretch and listen to the birds that were singing merrily in the plains. He saw a meadowlark balancing on a shrub not to far away before it took flight. He often wondered what it would be like to fly. It would certainly make travel easier.

"A pleasure to meet you both as well." She had her own fights for the tournament. Secretly she hoped to outdo her husband. They had a little bet going.

Ragna looked the spear over to make sure that the extra leaves and branches were shorn off it. It was mostly straight and while not perfect she felt it would work well enough. Unlike an atlatl dart that had to fly through the air a spear was used for thrusting so she wasn't as worried about it being a little off. Picking one end for the front and one for the back she set the stick between her paws and bent her head to chew on the end of the spear. She worked her teeth in carefully to create a notch she could use to add the spearhead.

Káti rested one of his legs in the piece of leather and wrapped it around to check that it fit. Satisfied he set it down and proceeded to chew holes in it. This had to be calculated as he didn't want to cause to much tearing. He used his paws to hold the leather as he maneuvered it into his mouth. He lined up one of his bottom canines near where he wanted the hole to be then he bit down swiftly and sharply so that his canines came together and punctured the leather. He then moved the leather a bit and repeated the process until he had evenly spaced holes up and down both sides of the piece of leather.

Skælingr leaned over and poked at the clay arrowhead he was making. It was drying to a point he felt like he could shape it a bit more without accidentally squishing it. He didn't need the arrowhead to be smooth and pretty but he didn't want to mash it in a way that would make it unusable. Using his claws he gently finished shaping the arrowhead by tapering the sides and edges of it to make it more aerodynamic.

He glanced over at what Elba and Daelos were working on, noting the gorgeous charcoal color of the leather. "That's a lovely piece of leather. How did you come by the color if you don't mind me asking?"

Skæ set the arrowhead aside to continue drying then picked up his bone knife. He opted to leave the rounder part of the bone for a handle and continued using his teeth to chip away at the bone. He worked diligently until he had a good blade formed.

Elba held as still as possible - which was a feat in of itself for the energetic young woman - and watched as her mother made small marks for them to follow for the size of the bracers. As long as they were spot on with the sizing and didn't end up having to remake them for some reason then she was pretty confident that she'd have some additional leather left over for another set or maybe some other kind of armor. She'd like to have a full set at some point, but maybe she should ask Cairo about it first before she tried something bigger. Bracers at least seemed pretty manageable to do on her own. Her head popped up with Skælingr asked about the color of her leather and she grinned at the compliment. "Thanks! I actually traded for it at that stall over there," she told him as she nodded with her head back toward the stalls, pointing out the one at the end on the far side where several different leathers were laid out on display. "I think she said she had done something with acorns and something acidic to make it this color... but I didn't get all the details." It seemed kind of like trade secrets in a way, thought the lady selling it did seem pretty nice so maybe if she asked then she'd be able to find out more so she could make her own colored leather later... "Talk" "You" Think

With their marks made Daelos let go of the leather and let it fall slack again so that it could be laid across the ground between them. She looked up toward Skælingr as well when he spoke before glancing back toward Elba with a proud smile as the girl told about how she had come across the colored leather and the bit of information that the seller had shared. She loved seeing her daughter so energetic and excited about things. It wasn't exactly a rare occurrence for someone like Elba that was easily excited and entertained by things she was learning, but it just meant that her and Ochre's teachings about valuing learning were paying off. She turned her dual-toned blue gaze back toward the leather and eyed it for a moment before reaching over to pick up a thin piece of rock off the ground. She held it in her mouth in a way that let one edge of it sick out so that she could trace out more defined lines in the leather for where they needed to start working the material down. Her claw marks had been a good start, but if they were going to be taking this back home with them to continue working on then she didn't want to lose their lines in transit some how. At least this way the lines were more noticeable. "Talk" "You" Think

Jynn held her stick up with her paws and started chewing on the end to form a notch. She eyed the knife for a moment then adjusted the notch. Once that was done she grabbed a stick of pine pitch and started to heat the dark, sticky material over the communal fire. It didn't take long for the pitch to soften and as soon as it did she trotted back over to her project. Propping the stick up with her paws she dabbed some of the pitch on the notch, making sure it seeped into the crevices. Jynn set the pine pitch down across a ceramic bowl and then picked up her bone blade. Carefully she positioned it into the notch full of pitch and then held it there til it dried. She could wrap and seal some sinew around it but she opted to leave it as it was for now and see how it held up.