05-04-2011, 10:46 PM
ooc: I know the feeling.
He felt a smile tug at the edges of his lips when the male answered his question. It pulled even more as Noss began to teach Viggo, whether or not he knew it. However, he did his best to only let it lift the very corners, not wanting Noss to think him too simple. The young wolf watched as his elder began to practice again. His movements were impressive, every move calculated, with no energy wasted as he changed from one stance to another. These were of course, defeated by the poor quality of the makeshift spear. Easily, rust ears soaked up information and stored it. Oak for spears... cypress for bows.
As his ears took in Noss's words, his eyes watched his paws. He made quick work whittling it (with a rather imposing hunting knife to boot) changing it from the simple stick to the spear-like shape he was wanting. Soon after this information was cataloged something else came towards him. The warrior had tossed a stick towards him, which he easily caught. Thank goodness catching was one of the few things that had come easily to him in his luperci form. He spun it easily, enjoying the feeling of being able to manipulate it. God bless thumbs.
The smile he had refused from his face appeared, white canines flashing in the daylight. Grasping the spear in his left paw (as he was a southpaw) he looked towards Noss, awaiting instruction or a signal of what was to come.
"Have you tried maple? For a bow... it's rather flexible."
[Bow wood reference: http://paleoplanet69529.yuku.com/topic/6213]
He felt a smile tug at the edges of his lips when the male answered his question. It pulled even more as Noss began to teach Viggo, whether or not he knew it. However, he did his best to only let it lift the very corners, not wanting Noss to think him too simple. The young wolf watched as his elder began to practice again. His movements were impressive, every move calculated, with no energy wasted as he changed from one stance to another. These were of course, defeated by the poor quality of the makeshift spear. Easily, rust ears soaked up information and stored it. Oak for spears... cypress for bows.
As his ears took in Noss's words, his eyes watched his paws. He made quick work whittling it (with a rather imposing hunting knife to boot) changing it from the simple stick to the spear-like shape he was wanting. Soon after this information was cataloged something else came towards him. The warrior had tossed a stick towards him, which he easily caught. Thank goodness catching was one of the few things that had come easily to him in his luperci form. He spun it easily, enjoying the feeling of being able to manipulate it. God bless thumbs.
The smile he had refused from his face appeared, white canines flashing in the daylight. Grasping the spear in his left paw (as he was a southpaw) he looked towards Noss, awaiting instruction or a signal of what was to come.
"Have you tried maple? For a bow... it's rather flexible."
[Bow wood reference: http://paleoplanet69529.yuku.com/topic/6213]