[color=ed1c24][center][h2]Akeno[/h2][/center][/color]

It was a surprisingly nerve-wracking experience to have Shamar look over her work, running her practiced eye over the pelts she had scrapped, salted, washed and combed to see if she had done anything wrong. She had spent the better part of an afternoon on this, after all, and had the cuts and scrapes and muscle ache to show for it.

Akeno knew her work wouldn’t be perfect, not on the first try, and maybe that would be enough for the hunter to try and scam her; to say that her effort was inadequate and to give her nothing in return. All she could do was hope that the other Orc was fair and that her work met her standards. A good job her meant a reward, though it had never been stated what that would be, but it would also mean opportunities for more work in the future. Tanning wasn’t exactly pleasant work and it wasn’t something Akeno particularly wanted to get involved it, but having [i]something[/i] she was trusted to do and a person who trusted her to do it would mean getting her foot into a door, any door, within the tribe.

So it was a relief when Shamar seemed satisfied with the pelts. The older Orc left to get something from her hut and returned a moment later with a vest that she had made from buckskin; a light defense boost, as well as an actual piece of clothing to cover herself with. Orc seemed pretty resilient to the elements, all things considered, but that didn’t make walking around bare-chested any less unpleasant. [color=ed1c24]“Thank you.”[/color]

Putting it on and adjusting the size in the way Shamar indicated, Akeno felt a strange sense of accomplishment as she put the vest on; it was something that she had earned with her own hard work, something she hadn’t had this morning when she found herself with nothing in a strange world with no concern for her. The vest was tangible proof that she had managed to do… something since then.

But, it wasn’t shelter and it wasn’t safety. Akeno still had no place to sleep tonight and was no closer to getting one, despite having fewer hours left in the day than she did at the start of this.

[color=ed1c24]“Do you hunt all of these animals yourself?”[/color] Looking around the area surrounding Shamar’s hut, there were a lot of pelts and animal carcasses around. A lot for one person to have killed by themselves, even if they made it their profession. Did people bring their kills to her, to be skinned and gutted and made into something useful, or did she do all of this by herself?

[color=ed1c24]“How does a runt usually get their own shelter when they first leave the brood pit? And what happens to the ones that don’t?”[/color]

[@Zeroth]