Hunter's Circle [Festival Crafting for Hunters]

The hunting competitions had yet to begin, but Cairo had brought down a yearling buck, wanting to get the hide and sinew, while the meat would go to the Nomads to be prepared for this night’s feasting. He was in his work armor, and as he dragged his kill to a spot near the other four, he grinned at them, spotting Wyndelin and Halla and nodding in recognition.

Racks had been set up, and his newest friend, a mandrill monkey he’d found in a trap on the way to the first night of the festival and taken straight to the Nomads for healing, fastened a braided leather rope around the animals hocks through holes cut between the tendon and bone, the two of them hoisting it up to hang upside down by the back legs, head dangling.

“You all excited to get to the competition part? She’ll be announcing them later today.”

He held the head steady, slitting the sharpened index bear claw of one of his bracers along the jugular to let the animal bleed out as he began to make the first cuts in the belly and up each leg in the standard skinning and gutting cut.

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