el tigre

His tail gave a welcoming wag behind him, dragging in the earth as he sat before the kill. His claws working through the tough hide with more effort then it took to skin a deer. Once he finished one side of the cat, he looked up to watch Mags drag the stone through the skin. He waited a moment, and then the older wolf was ready, and together they rolled the cat onto its other side, and started the work again. Matching up his cuts with the side already done, he got to work.

Once he and mags had carefully sawed through the pelt and began to lift it free, he caught sight of eyes watching him. Getting to his feet in a flurry of movement he darted forward. Wings out spread for maximum impact. "Get outta here!" He yelled at the coyote, chasing it away. He knew it would be back, and it was welcome to the scraps, but he didnt feel comfortable with the stavanger watching his back.

He returned to the hide and helped Mags pull it free, so they could drape it over a branch to drain, and they could start on the meat. "So where did you come from before this, Uncle?" He wondered, already falling into the comfortable endearment he had decided to call mags.