Make. Fail. Make. Fail. MAKE

Úlfr hummed to himself as he trotted through the weeping woods in search of a nice hazel bush. He wanted to make another atlatl dart and also figured he'd try and shape one of the hazel branches into a spear, just to get a feel for how each of them was different. Of course to make either project he first need to find some good sticks. He wanted sticks that were fairly straight to start with and not overly thick so he could chew them off of the tree. Though of course if he found some just lying on the ground that might work as well. It would certainly save him getting bark stuck in his teeth.

Sauntering along the edge of a stream that cut through the territory he soon found what he was looking for. A beautiful hazel tree… bush… tree…. whichever it was. Eyeing the branches for a moment Úlfr selected two of them and began to chew. Working one free and setting it aside before chewing on the second. He was leaning up against the tree, balancing on his hind legs as he worked.