Willows

Internally, he was chuckling as she stopped herself from biting in and sat up. Outwardly, he grinned, nodding as she pronounced herself ready. He had it much easier since he had his clawed bracers.

Firstly, he traced with one bear-claw around each leg, around the neck, and down the center of the whole deer from the imaginary line he’d drawn at the neck. “First, you make cuts in the skin here, here, and here, and then down the middle—be careful not to break into the abdomen.”

Then he demonstrated, starting at the legs with the sharpened tip of his claw around each knee and hock. “Then you cut into the skin down to the central line from each cut on the leg.”

From there, he spoke as he demonstrated, sometimes showing her a spot to cut herself, until the underside of the deer was bared of hide, pink and red flesh mottled with white fat marbling bare to the sun.

“This is the fun part.”

He began to pull at the edges of the hide, working the top of one bent paw between flesh and hide. The pelt parted with a soft ripping sound, almost like a paw sticky with a little honey peeling free of a stone.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think