Neverwinter Forest uummaġmiu

Moongirl does not need to make a new fur.

Kannoyak had gathered the remains of the beaver pelt and tidied it to the best of his ability. He had tucked it away in a corner of his home where the elements would not tatter it further. If he was careful, the pelt would still last. He would make it last.

Kannoyak is worried…

The strength of his white arm returned her embrace. He lingered in the smell of her, until she had filled his mind and overwhelmed his senses.