Crafty Hunters [Mint]

"Hi!" chirped Áskell in response to the wolf's greeting. He then promptly reached over and started chewing on his brother's scruff. Lynvarr was not amused and soon the two were wrestling, their strange little growls echoing in the air. Dómari ignored it. With those two there was always some sort of scuffle going on. Mint did an amazing job on the side she was working on. When she was finished he seized the deer by the throat and then using his weight to get under it he carefully rolled the deer over onto its other side. He nodded in answer to her question. "Yes, I'm part of Valhalla. We're just to the north of here. The West and South are good places to be when those cold north winds start blowing."

He bent his head and got to work sheering the hide from the other side, pulling back the skin as he went while working his jaws underneath the flesh. He had to pause a few times to turn his head and blow the blood out from his nose. It was messy work but well worth it once winter arrived.