While his furry garb dried over the fire--along with his socks and boots--Atchmon made himself a new spear. Shaping a stone point would take too much time, even with his bone-tools to speed up the process; instead, he settled for a sharp pointed stick. He found a suitable tree for his needs. Its trunk was the perfect roundness for his grip, and it grew perfectly vertical; saving him time from having to shape or sand it down to size. 