Northstar Vale Epidexiótita

It was grunt work, but it had purpose.

Arsenio worked with the hide, peeling away strips that did not belong. It was pleasant for him to picture their fish growing well-fed off the furs they washed. They would have fattened fish for the winter, if they could keep an eye on the rivers that didn’t freeze over. Another strip from the skin. The flavor was tempting to swallow.

They will dry slower in these cold months, yes? Is it best to do them in the summer months? Arsenio inquired of the other man. He eyed his fur, but his attention was trained to Rodyn. If they washed the pelts and left them to dry in the sun, it could take days. The cold would freeze the water to the furs and would turn them to rigid planks.