Ocean's Breath Plateau miluyuuk ⪸

Deliberating for aeons (thirty seconds at most), Salaksartok made his decision and grappled with the skin. He was too rough with it at first and was quickly corrected, and even so, he hoisted it up over his head where it would drape across him, and parade with it like a cape; he looked like the skin made animate again.
The promise of food was a motivating factor.
Around the skin he hummed the word, Monstaaa! as he marched, high-stepping, as he could not see.