Qeya River Marble rye

He felt slightly wary of taking on another responsibility. His track record wasn’t exactly spotless- how many children had he been in charge of that had ended up disappearing? How many wolves that he’d cared for had ended up slain? 

But this was a new page in his life- maybe things would be different now.

He pushed back when the tree leaned toward him, sending it back toward Kekoa. The tree’s highest branches wavered much more now. The raccoon’s eyes were bright- and it now glanced around, nervously; no other branches were within reach for it to leap to. 

Sure, He said. It’s like the same process as cleaning out pelts to make soft bedding…Gotta peel all the fat off the skin, dry it out…But I seen someone in my travels carryin…I dunno, stuff, in a pelt in her mouth. Never saw what it was that she had in there, but I seen her goin’ with it and it was kind of an ah-ha moment for me. Never thought to use skins to carry stuff before. He gave the tree another shove, and began to hear creaking from within the bark.