Moonstone Quarry The bear that keeps to his own line

i doubt you're as useless as you think, he said, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, his tone warm yet practical. but if you're eager to learn, then come. there’s something that needs attention.

he led her down the rise toward the carcass of a bull elk, its heavy frame lying lifeless on the stone. a few crows circled above, waiting for scraps, but the majority of the work was to be done. the skinning would take time, and he would show her how it was done—how to cut carefully, preserving the hide and meat.

this bull didn't make it through the storm. we take what we can, solharr continued, a little more serious now. cut along the belly here, he gestured, then ran a paw along the elk's side. we don’t waste. his amber eye met hers again. if you're willing, this is how we contribute. how we survive.

as the wind whipped around them, solharr’s stance remained steady, strong, watching her quietly for any signs of hesitation. but he trusted she would adapt, as all wolves of forneskja must.