CLUTCHING WITH A CRATE FULL OF HIDES

The air was thick with the scent of animal hides. Beads of perspiration dotted his brow as he gingerly lifted the heavy crate. Inside, a heap of hides glistened in the pale light. Each one a reminder of his recent hunt. He knew these pelts were more than just raw materials. They were a symbol to his ability. Each one a story waiting to be unveiled