CLUTCHING WITH A CRATE FULL OF HIDES

The air was thick with an aroma of cured flesh. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead as he tentatively lifted the packed crate. Inside, a pile of skins glistened in the faint light. Each one a remnant of his recent hunt. He knew these trophies were more than just raw materials. They were a symbol to his skill. Every one a story waiting to be