Ouroboros Spine We're sailing

She could tell that this was a task Kukutux had done many times, but that it came with a price. Her skill was likely unmatched, but she rolled her shoulders in complaint from the strain. She touched her muzzle to the wet skin, to feel its softness against her lips and whiskers. She canted her head so she could run her gaze along the fabric, and see how clean the skin had been scraped. There was no way anything she had ever worked on had become this clean; she really must have meant it when she said it took hours to do, especially with pelts this size. 

Simbelmyne was quick to pick up on suggestion, and began to search for stones as well, watching Kukutux to see what size of rocks she was looking for. "Because it will be easier to clean?" She asked, with regards to her comment about using a particular skin for new children. 

She found what she thought might work as a stone, and pried it out from among others with her claws, rolling it forward. She tilted her head in a silent question of is this the right size?

She liked that Moonwoman put so much effort into making such beautiful and practical things. "Did your mother teach you this?" She asked, then.