"Yes, Uncle!"
Jojo helped Marik carry the bear pelt outside. Since it had already dried overnight, it wasn't difficult for Marik to cut it using his claws to make a blanket for Sisi. The remaining pelt was fashioned into a cloak for her to use later, since she had ruined her original one while fighting the bear.
Jojo didn't help much, but he watched closely as Uncle Marik cut through the pelt with ease. He glanced at his own claws and sighed. "Uncle, when will my nails be as sharp as yours?"
"Once you've hunted enough hares, your claws will grow stronger. After that, you'll be able to hunt a bull with them," Marik replied nonchalantly.
There was still some bear pelt left after making the blanket and cloak, so Marik looked at the wolf boy, who was still in his beastman form.
