Moonspear snowfox

"it is not meant to be," the seal hunter chuckled teasingly. "we will wash after."
he stepped forward now, touching his paw to hers gently, then away, showing how to even the sticky area around the edge of the tear.
and how to press the bark to it, setting the strip so that its center was also upon the place they were mending.
extra bark hung down; chakliux stripped it in a near-straight line. "use the rest as you want. i would use what is left to carry fish from the lake." his eyes, upon those of tullik.