Lake Rodney ii They watch their children.

"Is that so?" Norah remarked, feeling genuinely curious and took a few steps closer to see the hide this man was soaking in the lake. It smelled somewhat stale already and she could not imagine, how a soggy piece of fur was going to keep meat hidden for a long time or any at all. The scent of it could only grow worse as more time passed and she could not imagine a single predator, who would not be drawn to it immediately. 

But this she did not say to the man, nor did her doubts reflect in her carefully composed expression. "That's an interesting way of preserving food," she complimented instead. "Any other practical life tricks your tribe taught you?"