Ouroboros Spine lxi. you blinded me

The dove found herself restless, eager to be of more contribution now that her wounds had healed. There were a number of pelts that needed curing, those she had cut from carrion that had not been torn apart overtly or from her own kills. She had thoughts that they might make good gifts for @Kukutux or @Shikoba, or perhaps she would offer one to the newer members that she'd had yet to meet such as @Towhee. 

Lótë gathered as many of the stiff hides as she could in her jaws, grinning around them as she trotted through the village -- certain she made for an odd picture with a mouthful of fur. Her jaunty gait led her to the lake in the valleys of the Spine, where she was quick to pile her furs upon a slab of stone along the banks. 

Taking the first of the pelts, the herd-stalker dipped the skin into the water to soften and clean it -- humming softly beneath her breath as she worked, the sound muffled by the fibers pressed against her muzzle.