GRIPPING WITH A CRATE FULL OF SHEETS

The air was thick with the scent of animal hides. Beads of sweat dotted his brow as he carefully lifted the burdened crate. Inside, a jumble of hides glistened in the pale light. Each one a remnant of his recent hunt. He knew these trophies were more than just commodities. They were a testament to his skill. Individual one a story waiting to be to