Qeya River Marble rye

'I'll watch your back.' The words, as simple as they were, brought a smile to his face. Someone to look up to - that was all he needed. Sheep Killer could be that for him, he decided.

A small pause, he would heed the words spoked of the other. He gave the tree his best push, looking back up to the wavering raccoon.

"The hide - you said you could use it to make something for me." He had never heard of such practices. "Could you show me when you do? I'd like to learn."