the skin of a predator

Isla take your medicine "Oh--! Careful!" Isla's greeting is a little less jovial, given that she turns to look over her shoulder just in time to see Sunjata narrowly avoid slipping on the ice. Her shoulders sag a bit as he arrives at her side unscathed, and she shifts the bear pelt up a little. "Hello, Jata. Happy LongNight." Smiling now, she still finds it strange to wish someone something like that, but she supposes that it's just another occasion to enjoy without the monsters. "Hm, this? Oh, it's the pelt from a bear in the Woodland. I'm having it made into leather at the tanner," she explains, motioning down the row of stalls to the one on the outskirts, right at the end. "What's brought you out this late? Well... relatively speaking." When the sun doesn't rise, it's always late.