Nom, Nom, Nom

Úlfr pulled a few more strands of meat off the lower part of the leg and then carefully ran a pointed stick through it. Once the fire was built, Úlfr carefully stabbed the stick in the ground so that the meat would smoke and dry but not cook. He then kept working on pulling off bits of muscle and just devouring the smaller fibers. It was a bit tricky as there were a number of tendons and ligaments holding he shoulder together. He'd need to really work to detach the shoulderblade from the lower bones.

He was working away happily enough until a small, and very bossy, girl pup wandered up to him and asked what he was doing. He couldn't reply right away with his mouth full so he quickly chewed as fast as he could. While he was chewing the pup got way to close to the fire for comfort. Swallowing the lump of meat, Úlfr winced as it went down. "Hey careful, don't get burned." If she got burned he had a feeling he'd be the one to get in trouble. "I put them on really long sticks so the smoke will help them dry and keep crows and bugs away without burning it… I hope. I can store the meat longer if its dry. I'm Úlfr."