Her brows furrowed lightly as she studied the pile in front of her.
Her curiosity grew as she reached forward to organize the materials neatly.
She began counting through the fangs first, carefully arranging them into pairs as she went along.
Each one was clean and intact, the tips sharp, without any sign of damage or dullness.
When she was done, she glanced over the furs next.
Her hands brushed gently over their surface, testing the texture and quality.
Her eyes flickered with mild surprise again—the fur was in excellent condition, almost pristine, the kind of quality one would expect only from someone who had skinned them carefully and efficiently.
The cuts were clean, the edges smooth, and not a single patch looked torn or mishandled.
"These look like they were skinned recently… by a seasoned expert," she thought, impressed. There's no way a beginner could manage this level of precision.
