Venison anyone?

Something about the way Hattori watched him made him both confident and nervous. He knew he was in good paws with the Kaicho, but he also didn't wish to disappoint the man. To Akito, Hattori was more his father than any other adult male figure in his life. Sad? Possibly, but he would make the best of it. The boy didn't glance up when Hattori spoke. Instead, he trained his monochrome gaze on the deer laying before them. Carefully, he clutches the makeshift knife between his teeth. Using his front paws to steady the doe, he begins to slit the skin along the belly. Starting at the chest and going down to the groin, he sets the knife aside. Leaning back, he uses tender and smooth movements to begin peeling the skin back and away from the body.