Ouroboros Spine found a stick on the ground and now i'm gonna use it

Between the bison hunt and the arrival of spring Salaksartok had undergone a growth spurt. His rotund shape had sprouted up and gotten taller, his figure more broad-shaped, and only some of his baby fat had burned away; he was now nearly a year old, give or take a few months, and he looked the part of the gangly teenager with a few extra pounds on him.

He was moving in fits and starts up the hill towards the edge of Moonglow now, tugging at a very large branch (really more of a small tree which he'd pulverized until it had come down, and now he dragged this prize home); his coat was a tangle of debris, and he was layered with so much mud that the scent of Moonglow had been drastically subdued.

As young as he was, Salaksartok appeared to be quite capable when it came to physical pursuits—even pointless ones like this tree abduction. He couldn't balance the thing and carry it home, but he could drag it, as evidenced by the deep cut in the earth that trailed up the main hiking trail towards the village.