Ouroboros Spine It's all business in the left-hand lane

The Moonwoman’s generosity flabbergasted the chatty girl. Skeetch was also puzzled by the skins, having been crafted carefully. Skeetch slept on dirt, grass or earth- bedding such as this had never occurred to her. As such, she thought they were intended as a meal, for later. 

 The skins were soft, stripped already of fat and sinew, so she peered at them curiously. She would eat fur, of course, but knew it to be less nutritional. She looked at Kukutux quietly. Her offering was sincere- but she got the feeling she was missing something. 

”You…You eat this?”