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(This story was an entry for Clue #9 in the 2013 Treasure Hunt -- see the collection for related stories and images! ) She conducts the search in earnest; Not for the perfect stone, for the right one. For the stone that calls out to her, whose appearance screams “I’m the one you want”. The gentle, firm ring that echoes through her hands when she strikes it only confirms that fact: the right stone. It takes time to extract the blade from the stone that houses it; but its firm skin cannot help but give way to the knowing strokes that experience has provided her. Flaking comes last, preparing for its intended use. Practical and necessary. The perfect gift for a grown cub.
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