Firefly Glen Lord Snow [wp]

Arrluk had been made to hunt an elder otter as well. It was this otter which left the new pink scar on his muzzle now. This one, Ajei said, had fought hard also. They had both killed them. It was a sad thought, of the two elderly beings coming to their end. They had good deaths but something about it, a familiarity, struck a cord in Arrluk... 

It is very well done... Arrluk knew that it took much effort to do and had watched his mother do it time and time again. Arrluk didn't much do it himself, but knew the quality when he saw it. Its beautiful Ajei. He said with a toothy smile as he looked to her and moved to press his head against her own. Between deer hides, otter pelt, wolverine and weasels, their collection had already swelled. Generations of treasure stored deep among Moonglow.