Northstar Vale Shiny toy guns.

It tickled him to think that she would treasure his ratty little fox skin. Arsenio hadn’t let him start with the big ones - ugh. But if Towhee thought it was a prize, she’d be thrilled to know that Jack was getting better and better at tending to the furs. 

Flagging his tail, he wove a path through the trees to where the furs were kept to dry against the mountain. The boy sniffed around, noting that their leader hadn’t been there in a while. His scent had faded. Worry spiked in the young wolf. He didn’t have it in him to watch more of them leave. 

Look at this one, ma! Arsenio did it. Smells like a pine tree, he said with a smile, nodding toward the elk pelt that was draped against the smooth rock. That one would have been a way better gift than Jack’s first skin….