silver is the grip on the helping hand

Astraios sighed, but didn’t push any further. He’d be able to take some of the meat, and he wouldn’t be able to get through the entire reindeer before the meat went bad anyway. Even if he did store it in the snow. He split the pelt, and peeled it from the reindeer. At her request, he made a few more cuts and separated the head and neck, and placed it to the side.

Next, there was the meat. He carved up a portion for himself and Bylgja, and put the rest - the larger share - aside for the pack. They’d probably need to take a couple trips to get the full use out of the reindeer. There was also the matter of the blood that had dried and crusted into his coat. “Alright, this is about ready to go to the stores. Do you… need a hand with the herbs?” Not that he knew anything about handling them. The last time he had handled herbs, it had been to spill Delphi’s into the mud before stomping on them.


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