chip oblong


Miguel frowned at the question, going to look for his backpack. All he found were the arrows and the bow. Maybe he should have came more prepared…. “Nope, sorry.”

He nodded, picking up a chipped and slightly oblong rock instead. He knocked it against one of the half-buried boulders that littered the camp until enough flaked off that it was nice and sharp, and he started cutting into the branch with it, shaving the bark off. After about a minute of this, he glanced at Miguel. “…You okay? Bee-girl, she didn’t…do anything, right?”