el tigre

Magnus stood as Mortis delivered the final blow, ending its suffering in more ways than one. No longer would the animal limp around in pain and they were even given the decency of a quick death. While Magnus enjoyed the thrill of the hunt and even the kill, he definitely didn't like watching anything suffer. Panting and catching his breath from the endeavor, he smiled at Mortis when he commented. Now, they just had to skin the beast and take care of the hide, which would be much more time consuming than the kill itself.

"Good job," He didn't wait long before rolling the cat onto it's back to begin the skinning process. Without claws as sharp as Mortis', he searched for a stone that had a sharp enough edge to get the job done better than his own teeth and claws. It didn't take him long to find a broken shard and he grasped it between his teeth. Assuming that if Aslatiel knew how to skin that Mortis would too, he began cutting around the paws of the cat on his side to separate the flesh from the body and settled into his work to finish it soon before something else got interested in the scent of fresh blood.

"Speech!"

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