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@Kukutux!

Nantahala admired the furs that laid upon the lake's shore—noting not only their natural beauty, but the craftsmanship that went into them. She's worked on several of them, stepping in and helping where she was allowed, and looked at these pieces with pride. She was proud of her work—of the work of the village—and she was confident that they'd have enough furs by the time the leaves fell, and the great hunt began. 

There was a pile of scraps, and she pulled a fox fur from there and threw it around her shoulders. Although the fur itself was gnarly, stained and matted beyond repair, she liked the way it looked on her. She sat at the lake's edge and admired her reflection; she'd have to make something nice for herself soon.