Jellicle cats

The fight with the big cat was finally over and soon it slumped to the ground in defeat. Magnus felt the same, exhausted and ready for a good nap after this fight. Even with the help of another, it was tiring and as the woman came over to him and bumped shoulders, he offered a lopsided, panting smile. Unfortunately, now was a terrible time for a nap. With the blood of the cougar fresh and the threat of other predators nearby, they would need to process this kill and move what they intended on keeping.

"Would you like to learn how to skin?" He offered, grabbing his knife. It was much easier to skin with a knife than ones own teeth and claws, though he was sure it was even easier for those that had cat claws like Aslatiel. He wondered what else was easier for her and the others that shared mutations. Frankly, the fangs on most of the Fatalis children seemed more hindering than helpful, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be happy with his own pair.