Word Count → 381 :: You're good! And look at the big bad warrior Vesper. xD
Alma gestured for her to sit, and Vesper let her legs collapse in a controlled way, settling down on her knees until she adjusted into a more comfortable position. Even sitting was strange in this form, though it didn’t feel entirely unnatural so long as she didn’t cut circulation off to her legs. She’d done that one of the first times sitting optime and had freaked out at the pins and needles feeling, thumping around with one sleeping leg—luckily far from where anyone could have seen her. The memory only added to her sheepishness as she looked at the wood.
Vesper stared at the knife, still unused to seeing tools used by luperci hands. However, she remembered the metal blade plunging into her back when she fought the shepherd mongrel—it had been sharper than any wolf teeth, longer than any mountain lion claws. She shivered slightly at the sight of the sharpened blade, though hoped to pass it off as a chill from the autumn air.
She paid close attention to the way that Alma held the knife, wondering how quickly her own clumsy fingers would be able to cope. Her hand clenched and unclenched slowly as she watched, and she smirked at mention of the cut. Ves would personally be lucky if she didn’t sever anything important, she knew. The smirk was wiped off her face when the knife was offered to her, and she took it, fingers closing around it in the way that Alma had shown her, thumb on the dull back edge of the stone blade.
It took a few tries to get it at the right angle to slice off the bark, and with her teeth lightly biting her tongue, she applied pressure. However, it was too much, and despite Alma’s warning, she wasn’t able to adjust her other hand quickly enough. She put her cut finger in her mouth, glad that it had only been a small nick, then tried again more slowly and carefully.
It wasn’t a fast process, but Vesper used gentle pressure from her thumb to shave off the bark. Soon the stick was mostly bare, and she ran her fingerpads over the smooth wood in faint wonder. Glancing at the other coywolf, she quickly cleared her throat. “What now?”
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