Úlfr trotted happily back to Fireside with his tail wagging happily as he walked. As soon as he reached the border he bid Stjarna farewell and walked back toward the den with a gaur front-leg in his mouth. The leg was so bit he was practically dragging it. He had the shoulder blade in his mouth with the hoof dragging on the ground. He planned to dry some of the meat in an experiment as well as dig out and clean the shoulder blade to use as a hide scrapper. Galinn, one of his ravens, planned to instruct him in skinning and tanning hides.

Úlfr found a nice place in the pasture where there was a small clearing and he settled down with his gaur leg to get to work. He dug a small fire pit then left the ravens to build the fire while he started digging out the scapula. Fangs gnawed and ate the meat from the bone as he worked. When he'd find a nice piece of muscle he pulled a few strips off and threaded them onto skewers to smoke when the fire was ready.

Skadi was sneaking a little far from the den but it was fine, really. She'd be back before anyone noticed. It wasn't like she'd done it on purpose, anyway. Not her fault some of the young owls were downright mean. Skuggi had taken to hiding in the trees and leaping out suddenly to swoop down on her. Now that she knew she could pick the pup up she'd do that too - just pick her up and drop her quickly. A chase of that nature was what had led Skadi so far away. The owl had gotten her good once and then the chase was on. She did everything in her power to avoid open ground. Darting from bush to bush and tree to tree had stymied most of Skuggi's efforts to nab her. Somehow during all that chasing they'd ended up in the Range. It was an honest mistake, honest! ...But now that she was here...

She spied an older boy doing something and after checking the skies to make sure that rude owl was gone, Skadi padded over to him. The tot didn't have the sense to be cautious or shy and boldly marched up to Ulfr. "What are you doing, Boy?" She wasn't asking rudely, she just didn't know his name and in the absence of that she defaulted to what she knew. He was a boy so until told otherwise he was just going to be Boy in her head. She stepped up to the fire and leaned out to try to sniff the meat. Luckily her mother had taught her about fire so she didn't immediately singe her whiskers, but she did get close enough to make anyone watchful nervous. Had her mother been there she'd have been snatched away. "Why are you burning it? Doesn't that make it yucky?"

Úlfr pulled a few more strands of meat off the lower part of the leg and then carefully ran a pointed stick through it. Once the fire was built, Úlfr carefully stabbed the stick in the ground so that the meat would smoke and dry but not cook. He then kept working on pulling off bits of muscle and just devouring the smaller fibers. It was a bit tricky as there were a number of tendons and ligaments holding he shoulder together. He'd need to really work to detach the shoulderblade from the lower bones.

He was working away happily enough until a small, and very bossy, girl pup wandered up to him and asked what he was doing. He couldn't reply right away with his mouth full so he quickly chewed as fast as he could. While he was chewing the pup got way to close to the fire for comfort. Swallowing the lump of meat, Úlfr winced as it went down. "Hey careful, don't get burned." If she got burned he had a feeling he'd be the one to get in trouble. "I put them on really long sticks so the smoke will help them dry and keep crows and bugs away without burning it… I hope. I can store the meat longer if its dry. I'm Úlfr."