Before we feast

“Muuuuuuuuuum” He moaned as she ruffled his fur, telling him he wasn’t ready for a knife yet, but it was a good try. He sighed, and glanced down, before up at her again. Putting on the saddest expression he could. No one seemed to trust him with the fun things, and his mum had even said how handy it was to have a knife and what cuts to make, but he couldn’t even try it out? That wasn’t fair.

He sighed again, but it was clear the lesson was moving on, knife or no. So he turned his attention back to the deer as his mum split the carcass with her paws. “Alright, so how do we skin it?” He asked


"Ciaran Carpathius"