Angels POV
My father was a pack hunter. He worked for our Alpha, and the meat went for sharing between all pack members, the skin he was to keep and sell himself, so that we had money to buy what we needed besides the meat. Our pack was far from rich, so he got no pay for his work, only the skins. Beautiful skins were in demand, so we should be able to make a good living from the sale of these. My father was a very skilled hunter and knew both how to catch the animals as well as spare their skins. Unfortunately, he was both lazy and had a penchant for drinking. This meant that we still never had any money and thus my mother sometimes had to take small jobs around the settlement, to earn money so that I could get some food, or get some other clothes when what I had became too small. I knew
