Don’t Waste a Minute

He'd had the good luck to find a dying Dall Sheep. It had some sort of infection but that didn't bother an opportunistic predator like a wolf. Dómari had been swift to move in and finish the animal off. Now that he had the sheep he was intent on skinning it and tanning the hide. Though as he started to work his jaws around the sheep's neck it started to rain. Aww crap. Dómari seized the sheep and moved to a part of the lake where there was a rockier area and over hang that offered some shelter. He had to admit it was pretty the way the lake bed seemed to reflect the sky but it was terrible timing. He was hoping the lake would be the perfect place to dry some meat, go figure it would rain in the desert at just the moment he needed everything to be dry.

Dómari settled down to continue working on the sheep. He cut the flesh around the left wrist and peeled the hide back up the arm and over the left shoulder. Once he had it there he started digging into the meat. He wanted to see how the sheep's shoulder blade compared to that of the deer for scraping the hide. Especially since he didn't have the scraper with him. Dómari swallowed some of the meat off the shoulder as he went. As he sat there chewing the flesh down he spied a woman sliding across the mud. "Wow, that looks like fun, albeit messy fun."