"This garment is for you; the snakeskin and sheepskin are enough for the two of us to make several sets." Seeing the Omegina happy, Owen felt happy too, his eyes sparkling as if waiting to be praised, the snake tail behind him unconsciously swaying gently on the ground.
"Using snakeskin for me is a bit wasteful." Rowan felt he didn't need to wear this kind of specially made beast skin clothing; he didn't have a beast form to transform into, and ordinary sheepskin was warm enough.
