Hunter's Circle [Festival Crafting for Hunters]

Halla set down her trout. She'd managed to fish it out of one of the streams that ran through the dancefloor and now was looking to dry it. She didn't need to eat any of it at the moment having just enjoyed some leftover moose. She moved to where other hunters had gathered to clean game and there she saw Wyndelin, one of the young men she recognized from the moose hunt. He agreed to let her use his fire and she settled down to start cleaning her fish. She started working her jaws around the fishes head, seeking to pry the cumbersome skull from its body.

At one point the fish started to twitch and spasm and she had to hold it down to finish detaching the head. Hmm… the eye balls were good smoked. She took the head in her jaws and walked over to one of the sticks, carefully spearing the fish head on top of it and shooting a dirty look at the crow that was sitting in tree. He didn't stay long before Wyndelin's companion swooped in and chased him off.