Unlucky Rabbit's Foot [Saren]

Dómari licked the blood from his maw and gazed down at his work. He had just finished skinning another rabbit and now it was time to prepare the hide. He held it down between his front paws and picked up a deer scapula in his teeth. He'd had one of his fox companions carry it with them when he went out hunting for just such a purpose. Dómari bent his head and began working at scraping the hide of excess bits of flesh and gunk. He worked quickly and efficiently, practice making the work go smoother each time.

When he was finished he set the scapula down and moved back over to the rabbit carcass which was still mostly intact except for the missing hide. He wanted to try drying some of the meat to help preserve it for winter. Ice blue eyes gazed skyward as he squinted at the noon sun. The day was blessedly warm and dry. He hoped the climate would work in his favor. Dómari bent his head and began to peel off a few thin strips of meat. There were a few rocks near by he could try drying the meat on.