GRIPPING WITH A CRATE FULL OF SHEETS

The air was thick with an aroma of cured flesh. Beads of perspiration dotted his brow as he carefully lifted the packed crate. Inside, a pile of trophies glistened in the dim light. Each one a reminder of his recent hunt. He knew these pelts were more than just raw materials. They were a testament to his prowess. Individual one a story waiting to