Qeya River cause I wish you were here

backdated to 6th Jan, tags for ref or joining <3 can be RO if no biters

A long few days of resting her weary paws and warming her shivers had done wonders for the girl's spirit. She no longer missed home quite as much, nor did her mind go to Nutuyikruk, although the occasional quiet evening saw her gaze forlornly at the distant mountain silhouettes.

To take her mind off it all, the girl kept herself busy doing as she had promised. Twin caribou felled a day ago had been carved of meat, their hides skinned and now ready for the finishing touches. Yuralria crouched by the river, an antler bone clutched in her jaws as she scraped away any remaining flesh, switching it soon with the second pelt that lay submerged nearby.

Dragging the hide from the shallow currents proved to be a task in itself, but with a few hefty tugs, she was able to sling it over a low-hanging branch where a portion of the meat already hung to dry. Once satisfied the first was supple, she repeated the process again before returning to the river for a well-earned break.

She called for @Star Eater then, and for @Ice Diver once the sun dipped below the horizon. "Two days at least," she instructed, "or they will not dry properly." The dark woman she guessed was already experienced with pelt-making, but the war chief she was unsure. Either way, she implored them to use them as they wished, thanking them both for their hospitality, and asking them to teach the rest of the clan if they desired to learn. 

Yuralria would soon gather her share of the meat and ready herself to leave, for her restless nature invited her to move on.