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Green eyes, a shade brighter then the forest around them, watched with muted interest as the man went about taking care of the skin. She did not ever believe she would do such a thing herself. There wasn’t much need for hides in her world. It was her son she thought of, even now, who was growing up with one foot in each world. He would be able to thrive here, or elsewhere, if he so chose. Aurèle knew that she would likely never leave again. Even though her sister hated her there was a secret instinct that told her to remain. Tayui needed her sister as much as Aurèle needed her.
There was the familiar sound of tearing as the hide was wretched from the muscles of the doe. She smelt blood and it woke a hunger in her, but one she was in control of. At the request, the white wolf was on her feet again. She trotted into one of the central huts and began looking around for something to use. Piled above her were other tanned hides, not yet used for hut repairs or clothing or whatever it was they would be used for. With a grunt, the woman made the painful shift to her two legged form.
She grabbed two hides and carried them out into the sunlight, blinking against the brightness. Without waiting for an invitation she placed one of the skins on the ground. With the two of them, they would be able to wrap and carry the meat somewhere to be cured.