Dragoncrest Cliffs dope shells

the work was not perfect. but erzulie was not a wolf who knew this trade, and so she saw only the skill of what haunt had created, and marvelled at its making. she listened quietly to the details of what the craft had asked in movement and process.
but medic's gaze narrowed when she saw the wince, and resolution settled into the spice-features.
"one moment."
retreating into the den, and surfacing with a smooth piece of sealskin, still rather fresh. "it holds out de water. thick." she dropped it before haunt, indicating the thick layer of blubber that must be scraped from the other side. "what do you t'ink?"