Venison anyone?

Hattori turned to greet Akito, not alarmed by his presence in the least. Curious was not a word to describe him, but he was eager to learn and always made an effort. Even in lessons of culture and etiquette, of which clearly didn’t interest him much he still paid attention. There was value in that, or so Hattori thought.

“I intend to butcher it.” He explained, wondering if it would be better for Akito to try instead. “Though if you wish to try then by all means. Skin it first.” His suggestion was less of a request and more of a pointed order. It would be a good lesson in homing his hunting skills. To get adept at what to do once the kill was made.