A "Sticky" Situation

Dagrún trotted along the riverside in search of the perfect stick to make a spear out of. She was going to make something to get a fish. At least she hoped to. Or maybe she would set it up outside her parents den and see if she could find a coyote skull or something cool to put on top of it. She soon found a hazel bush brimming with long, thin sticks. It would probably work better for darts but as she was so small the thinner more flexible sticks would be the best for making her spree.

Dagrún bent her head and started working on chewing off a branch she could use for her little project. Halla had come with her but she didn't know where the woman had gone. She'd said something about finding a special animal whose guts would tell the future. Sounded weird to her!