Ouroboros Spine We're sailing

the moonspear woman proved to be swift in her willingness to help. one hide, another. they lay waterlogged upon the cold grass and she rolled her shoulders to rid them of the tension. tomorrow she would feel the haul. for now she only glanced in appreciation at simbelmyne.

"we scrape the skin first. twice. it takes many hours. when the hide is ready, i put it in the water so that when we bring it back to the surface, it is much cleaner."

she ran her paw over the pelt-side of one caribou skin, misting droplets into the air. "now we stretch them with stones and dry them. and then we will chew. grind until it is soft. this one will need more jaws than ours. i mean for to the hair to also be plucked away. a bare hide. best for the bedding of babies."

moonmother began to move around the lake clearing, searching about. stones, four, would be needed for the edges. and while she had many gathered, each hide demanded new. "my jaws have grown weak. it is wear to your teeth. but the things made are beautiful."