I'll Tan Your Hide

Resin worked to peel the bits of flesh away from the hide. What she couldn't scrape off with her teeth, she scraped off with a stone that she found near the carcass of the deer. Overhead the buzzards circled. They wouldn't dare to come down... or would they? A shriek from the jackals and the flapping of wings proved otherwise. At least the pair was making themselves useful. Lazy freeloaders...

Once she decided that the hide was properly scraped and ready to go, the now bloodied fae turned to Domari. She had heard him chipping away at the skull of the deer and stepped closer to observe.