What's This?

Once the hide was done, Mal settled down for a moment to take her claws off, and lick idly at the blood on the straps. The best part of skinning a carcass, in her opinion, was that final, satisfying pull after the cuts were made. Mal didn't particularly care for the rest of it; the angles could be awkward at times, and it got to be a little tedious at some points. Maybe she just needed more practice.

As Resin settled for a shoulder, Mal came around to the opposite side, digging her teeth into a haunch and coming away snapping up a tendril of flesh. She wasn't particularly fond of eating other predators, but it was ... surprisingly not bad, as Resin had said. It had a mild flavor, and wasn't quite as rank as she had expected bear meat to sometimes taste.

Then again, it wasn't your average bear. "Have you ever heard about a... a 'bear' like this before?" She certainly hadn't.