They were Deathworlders, but they needed a much stronger Deathworlder around to help with the missions. Their thick fur, almost like the wool of Terran sheep, was shedding, it was that time of year. The human respectfully asked to have the discards, much to their confusion. Until the human explained about turning that shedding fur into crafts. It eventually became quite an interesting thing for them, and a bit of a profit, too. -- Anon Guest
Deathworlders, like Havenworlders, come in a surprising array of diversity. You get huge hefty Havenworlders, and you get tiny, frail-looking Deathworlders. Lech was more of what most people call the standard model. Huge, though most of hir bulk was hir winter fur. It came in handy for resisting a lot of things that a Human might fall prey to.
Alas, fur has its down-sides. Like the gigantic bags that Lech was grumbling about taking to the shipboard recycler.
"What'cha got there?" asked Human Nils. He almost appropriated a bag to look for himself.
Lech stopped him. "It's summer in my homelands," ze explained. "I'm in the middle of my shedding season and morning combing is a [FEMALE DOG] as you Humans say."
"Wait. That's your fur?" Without waiting for an answer, Nils added, "Can I have some? I have been wanting to spin your coat for literal ages." Translated from Nilspeak, the Human had had the thought of spinning Lech in his head since they met.
"You humans are weird," sighed Lech. Ze handed over a bag. "Start with this one. I need the credits for some gifts for the family."
"Fair, fair," said Nils. "I gotta see how this spins up. And how it knits. Then I can work on something cool."
Lech started to feel alarm at the tone in Nils' laughter.
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