Sleepy Fox Hollow the icarus to your certainty

She hummed, leaning back from the coyote to observe the body, thinking of what to do.

He is a bit too scraggly to make any sort of good den liner. Perhaps a child’s first pelt, a warm coat for when they need it. He will suit such a purpose. The idea in her mind, now she just needed to get to work.

She started to skin the creature, taking little breaks in her task to readjust and ensure everything was held straight and narrow.

I learned to do this from my parents. My mother had the cleanest pelts I had ever seen, and my father knew all the ways to make the coat seem thicker. Mayblossom commented idly as she moved the coyote a smidge to the left to continue.