Racing Blood [Sirius]

They flipped the animal over and got to work on the other side. It took time but Dómari found the process to be well worth it for there was so much that could be done with a nicely tanned hide. Though his mind was currently on using a section to cover the opening of his den against cold air once winter started moving in. Not that the west was likely to be too impacted by winter storms. Dómari worked along a similar rote, working his teeth into the hide as he carefully peeled the flesh back. He started from the neck and worked down until at last the hide was pulled completely free from the animal, to the point they could set it aside.

Dómari licked the blood from his lips and nodded. "Sounds good, I'll leave Lynvarr to help to just in case." Of his pair of foxes Lynvarr was the most amiable. Áskell tended to get into trouble so he'd rather keep working the ebony fox until he burned off the rest of his energy.