Dragoncrest Cliffs dope shells

It took time to treat the otter skins, once she carefully peeled them from the carcasses. Haunt painstakingly stretched each of them over a rock in the caves to dry. The sun would've made quicker work of it—it was very cool and damp down here—but rain could ruin the pelts, so she didn't want to run that risk. She could be patient.

Day after day, she visited the pair of skins, running her single leathery paw pad over them to brush away the drying gristle and smooth out the furs. Yes, it was slow work, though Haunt found the ritual soothing. Once they were sufficiently soft and smooth, Haunt collected them in her teeth and carried them topside.

It was a misty day, the breeze whipping inland from the ocean carrying the first hints of autumn as it kissed her cool. She had half a mind to keep one of the skins for herself, though she shook her head as she began to walk toward a central location. These two were meant for the pack's pups. If she wanted one of her own, she would have to slay another otter.

She paused in the large meadow just past the lake, setting down the pair of pelts. Haunt was dimly aware that another litter had been born, though she didn't know the parents. She did know @Erzulie and @Rosalyn, however, and she called for them. They could take both skins for themselves, or they could offer one of them to the new mother. It was entirely up to them what they did with Haunt's gifts.