Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183350/@comment-5543592-20190911183222

Harriot's plan that wasn't a plan was put into action.

Laying on low, they crept over the hill, peering down at what could only be Wolf Tribe.

The first thing they noticed was the amount of skins--beaver belts, rabbit pelts, wolf pelts, deer delts, bison belts. Pelts and pelts for days. Everything was made out of pelts, it didn't matter water, if they had it, a pelt was attached to it. The huts, the clothing, even some of the freaking tools. They were making pelts using other pelts.

Their weapons were rudimentry, some kind of spears along with hand-crafted devices to throw them. Fires rose to the sky where discarded animal pieces burned, filling the air with a greasy, fatty scent.

Tribals of all sorts were gathered around fires or in groups, around huts. Some where playing games or throwing dice. Everyone's clothing was made out of a wolf plet--everyone's. They wore a full wolf pelt on there head, falling down their back like a cloak, another cut pelt around their neck, further more around their waist. Their shoes were leather, soled with the pads of wolf's paws. They must've really fucking loved wolves.

"Well... they 'on't look like cannibals." Josey supposed, looking down at the assembled village.