Venison anyone?

The scent of blood filled Hattori's nose as he stood over the deer, it’s body still warm and fur still soft. The Oaks were decent hunting grounds, deer and other herbivores had been taking advantage of the trees to take shelter from the howling winds. And it had been windy as of late, autumn had settled in Auster and the ground was littered with leaves, a orange and red carpet that reminded him of Nihon.

He intended to skin the deer and tend to the meat, season and salt it before putting it away in the stores. It was a task he was capable of doing alone, but assistance wouldn’t be turned down.