Valdís had escorted Dagrún to the battlefield in search of spars against pups her own age. After a crazy melee fight with a number of other pups they were taking a break. Valdís was sleeping and Dag had woken from her nap early. Sperla, her kestrel companion, had offered to teach her to take a stick and sharpen it to make a spear and she wasn't about to pass up on that. Of course first, she had to find a stick. The battlefield was mostly flat and grassy but they had stopped to rest in a more forested area. Dagrún scouted along the ground until she found a stick about two times as long as she was. It had a couple of smaller branches extending off of it but it was relatively straight. Dagrún picked it up and trotted back to where Sperla waited for her.

She'd never been here before. But the celestial fae was no stranger to unknown lands. She had done a fair amount of traveling in her short young life trying to track down her mother to no avail. She never did find her, and while she still held onto the hope that her mother was somewhere close and watching...she knew deep down she was on her own. Since she started eating solids, all her meals had been nothing but leftovers that had been left behind from larger predators. She continued to walk in silence, eras flicking to catch any sounds nearby, but all she mostly heard were snarls from others engaging in battle or the cry of vultures and ravens as they picked at carrion. She was too young to be out in the open on her own, but so far...she supposed she'd been lucky in avoiding the eyes of larger animals. It wasn't long before she found another pup, and with her, an older wolf. She approached with caution, scenting the air as she slowly approached. The grass was soft under paw, quieting her steps but she wasn't exactly trying to remain hidden or sneak up on them. "What are you doing?" She asked shyly, referring to the stick the other pup had in her jaws.

Dagrún bounded about with her stick, letting one end drag in the dirt. Truth be told she was feeling restless and wasn't sure she could sit still long enough to do any crafting. She slowed and chewed on one end of the stick for a moment before she heard someone approach. She turned to see a pretty girl standing there, she seemed to glow but it didn't throw Dag off for long. Having members of the Aeris family in the pack tended to bring one to rapid acceptance that some wolves had wild coats.

"Oh, nothing much, just messing around." She settled the stick between her paws and using her teeth she pulled off an extra branch. Her ears flicked forward. "Say, Do you want to spar or something? Or we can make spears out of sticks!" She was good with either, she was just eager to do something and it would be way funner with someone else. Valdís was out like a light so she wasn't too worried about waking the older woman up. Then again, if she did, it wasn't like the other pup presented a huge danger.

You couldn't kill me if you tried She couldn't lie, her curiosity was piqued. Although the other girl said she was messing around, she seemed awfully concentrated on the stick she held in her mouth. She quietly watched the other girl chew on her stick before her attention was drawn up when she spoke. "Say, Do you want to spar or something? Or we can make spears out of sticks!" "Oh," She was surprised she had been invited to join in an activity with the other girl, and right away her tail set to wagging. "Um...I'm not very good at sparring, but I'm curious about what you're doing with the stick. And what's a spear? Can you show me how to make one?" Of course, she had no idea what a spear was and she knew very little about the world around her. "Speak"