Picking Fights

With the cat dead and the pair beaten and bruised, Resin did her best to quickly skin the cat. She was practiced in this and so it didn't take her very long at all. She rolled the uncleaned skin and bid Ulric follow her back towards the Armada. He gave his name and she gave her own before picking up the skin between her bloodied jaws. As they came closer to the Armada, she dropped the skin and raised her muzzle. Releasing a long, low howl, she called for one of the many healers.

Once a form began to approach, she turned to the man. "Thank you again. Should you ever wish to return for a visit, I'll gift this tanned lion skin to you in payment." He deserved it. Not only had he helped her kill the cat, but he had gotten himself injured in the process. Finishing the pelt and giving it to him would be the least that she could do. Once she passed Ulric off to Odette, the giantess turned towards the deer that Ulric had carried with him. She still had to drag the carcass all the way home. It would be a long trek, but filling the kill den for winter was a necessity. With a final nod, she took her leave.