Crafty Hunters [Mint]

Dómari held onto the deers throat as he dragged the dead animal into a clearing in the wooded area just north of the estuary. Autumn had yet to touch here and the prey were making use of the warmer climate. He'd had the luck to pick off a young injured buck. With their autumn hormones raging the deer were becoming less cautious and so he'd seen an opening and taken it. He immediately set to deconstructing the kill. He wanted the hide for sure and so he started working his fangs around the neck of the deer. The blood pooled in his mouth and he swallowed while he worked. Taking in the extra nutrients. He might have to have a snack before heading back to Valhalla.

Dómari remembered saying he'd try skinning with a knife some time which reminded him, he really out to go ahead and start working on something. He'd start with chewing a bone into a rough knife shape first. But which bone? He glanced at the antlers. Well, he could start there. It was a young buck and only had two points but that was good enough to practice. Dómari moved over to one of the antlers while the blood drained and started chewing on the antlers, working his fangs back and forth. His fox companions soon joined him and tried to help but he shooed them away.