Impressed yet?

Basilisk looked at the dead crocodile, and furrowed his brow in thought. He already had an idea on how he wanted to utilise his very first kill, but it would take some work to pull off. It would be disappointing if the skin was as damaged as his father warned him it could be. “I understand, sir” he said, determined still to get what he could off the alligator.

He scampered forward as his father began to place a claw on the alligator, watching carefully as the older wolf drew a line with his claw down its back. His tongue stuck out of his maw slightly as he settled in and concentrated on what he was doing. He knew he would need as much workable skin as he could get if his plan was to work, so he had to be very, very careful not to screw this up.

He dug his claw into the skin, and then he carefully ran it down the back where his father had indicated. Moving then to the nearest limb, and bringing his cut downwards as his father had mentioned. He looked up at his dad then, trying to gouge how well his father considered his work. “Can alligator skin be dyed black, dad?” he wondered, the pieces of his idea slowly coming together mentally.

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