CLUTCHING WITH A CRATE FULL OF SKINS

The air was thick with a whiff of leather. Beads of sweat dotted his temple as he gingerly lifted the packed crate. Inside, a pile of trophies glistened in the faint light. Each one a reminder of his recent hunt. He knew these pelts were more than just raw materials. They were a representation to his prowess. Every one a story waiting to be told.