Ava would let her work speak for herself, though she had her own opinions. She suckd her teeth as needle broke through the leather and her arm yanked back, tightening up the thread. It was a lining for a coat for her father. Early last winter, right before that fight during the End of the World Party, Ava and her father bagged a bear together. Enough meat to last the rest of winter after the meat had been smoked and salted. The fur would be made into a coat for her father since he was the main hunter.
She turned her head in the direction where Bridget had come from and tilted her head before nodding. "Planning to cook it for preserves or have them dry in the sun then? Though I hope the bears stick around until mid fall at the least. They're usually pretty dolice this time of the year though. For a bear."