Blood On The Air

Trails of steam ghosted from Eska's dusty blue nares as she breathed the frigid air. She finally caught her breath and in catching her breath, the cold began to sink in. They would have to be on the move soon unless they aimed to freeze out here. Eska wasn't sure about the dogs and the mottled man, but she wasn't ready to turn into a meat popsicle just yet.

The man offered his name as Gilgamesh and Eska accepted it with a nod. The silvered fae turned her attention to the dogs as he pointed them out. One bro on the masked dame's face rose in questioning amusement. Avaset the Malinois gave a growl of annoyance as the words caught her ears and mumbled under her breath. Both Baz and Eska chuckled. She supposed that not everyone was familiar with companions and assumed that he was much less familiar with companions of the canine persuasion. "Dogs are basically the same as us, so of course they can skin. Anything that we can do, they can do."

Eska continued to watch as her companions cut away the last of the sinew holding the skin to the bear. Together, the black dog and brown dog folded and rolled the wet skin. They would haul it back to The Hallows to be processed. It was much warmer there. If Eska had tried to scrape the skin here, she would be working against the freezing snow and thus, working against herself. It was difficult to scrape away flesh when it was freezing while you worked.

Eska never had been one for pleasantries or idle chat. She said what needed to be said. Did what needed to be done. When it was over, she left. With a nod to the brute in a second silent gesture of thanks, Eska, Avaset and Baz began their trek back home.


"Eska"