Moonspear naunt

Whip like, she caught the implication. "Mmn, like mine. Like my first pelt, of dark fox." She referenced her one and only skin, tucked away back at her den. She grabbed the skin on one side of the pig, where it attached at the ribs. Peeled it down in one long stroke, to keep more of the resulting product intact.

"From observing, Sialuk, primarily. She is well practiced and I picked up what I could, seeing her at work." It was one thing to watch. Quite another to do it yourself. She had not considered this hobby until discovering the star woman's talent. It was appealing. Useful.