Riv Mig Sund

The wound on his shoulder had already begun to knit back together. A spare few days had passed, and they'd managed to drag both carcasses back to camp with some effort. Together with his older sister, Viðarr had set to work breaking down each of the carcasses, rending flesh from bone, flesh from hide. The meat from the oxen calf was tender, and it had done well to sustain them. The bear meat was gristly, tough, not the most appealing... certainly not the most appealing, as it took on a rather slimy quality even. The shadow had set most of it aside, resolving that they'd use it to bait some fish later. Fish, or maybe something even larger, even stranger. There was no telling what exactly they'd pull from the Sound, after all. That, and Viðarr figured that the dogs would eat pretty much anything. So far, neither was all that picky.

No, the pelt of the bear was what Viðarr was the most concerned with. The creature had been immense, and the faster he processed the hide, the faster they'd be able to use it. He'd been thinking, considering the coming winter. When he'd found Tove she'd been frozen nearly to death... it was likely for the best that they made her some sort of coat for the colder months. Still, there would be plenty of pelt leftover. Maybe some bags would make for good crafting as well, seeing as they'd need them when they moved camp. Iðunn would undoubtedly want many of the bones... right. Every part of the creature used, nothing wasted. From what remained of the bear, the shadow removed a chunk of the pelt, maybe a third from the creature's broad back. It looked to be enough to serve as the base for a cape for the woman who'd felled the bear by his side.

Viðarr set to work, stretching the portion of hide across the ground near the fire. It was early afternoon, a beautiful early autumn day, but this was an undertaking that would likely require several hours. Best to set up somewhere he could get an artificial light source if needed. Carefully, he weighed down each of the corners with decently sized rocks. Then, with a careful grasp, the shadow set to work. He'd move in careful, even strokes across this section of hide, scraping away all the remaining flesh with the flint crafting knife.

"Viðarr"