crafting 101

In his peripheral vision, Rhazien watched the boy mimic his actions, cleaning the sinew from the pelt and using his claws to scrub the tougher parts away. His question must have either caught him off guard or irritated him; his amethyst eyes suddenly narrowed into a glare, before a contradictory statement left his jaws. Rhazien couldn’t help but chuckle in response, the sound deep, throaty, and a bit crass. “Damn- what am I doing here then?” He said, inky lips pulled back into a smirk. If he knew it all and didn’t need any guidance, was Rhazien just wasting his time?

That’s how the words came out, but Rhazien knew better than to believe what the boy was saying. And so, he continued with his lesson. Dragging the pelt from the water to place it on a boulder large enough for it to drape over, with the fur side down. “It will need to dry out in the sun… usually for a day or so, until it feels soft and flexible, not fleshy and malleable.” Smoothing the pelt out with his paw, he waited for the boy to mimic him again.  

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