by the skin of our teeth

Watching the boy retain a defensive posture, Rhazien couldn’t help but smile. What a confident thing he was. He provided a name, and the older Saxe stored it in the labyrinth of his memory. The surname was one he hadn’t heard before, and he wondered if he would encounter more of this lineage. “Rhazien Saxe.” He offered his name in return, momentarily hovering over the bear before he went to work.

Using his teeth and strength, Rhazien painstakingly peeled the hide from the muscle, trying to get it all back in one piece. He assumed Strai would assist him however he could, seeing he wanted the pelt. Once they were finished, he motioned towards the boy. “"The pelt needs to be treated.” His gaze swept across the scenery, to add theatrical effect. “Not much water around here though.” He peered down at the boy. “Know of a stream nearby?” If Strai engaged, he would throw the bloodied hide over his shoulders and follow him out of this volcanic wasteland.

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