Venison anyone?

It wasn't an outright test, but Hattori was glad to see the boy rose to the occasion. That he was willing to adapt and didn't need to think about it too hard, didn't stumble and need too much guidance. He supposed in a way he took his claws for granted, didn't really notice them-or his missing toe-till someone pointed it out. Hattori nodded in approval once Akito had put together his little makeshift knife, jagged edges that would cut through flesh and sinew with ease. He wasn't intending to throw the boy in the deep end and watch him struggle, that wasn't entirely fair even if it was his own father who should be teaching him how to do this.

His cousin left a lot to be desired these days, and Víðarr was... A whole other mess he didn't wish to have to deal with.

"Start with the skin, pull it up and cut along the tissue to pull it loose." He told the boy, coming to sit down beside him, the silver of his eyes watching intently.