Venison anyone?

He was focused on his work. Carefully cutting away at the sinew, pulling away the skin until it lay neatly on the forest floor. Then he set to work on its muscle. Slicing between the parts where it meets so it can be sectioned off. Unlike Hattori, he doesn't notice the scent or the sound. The doe before him is too overwhelming for his senses at the time. He doesn't register it until Hattori is standing, full alert and bristling.

Akito lifts his head, bloodied knife between his lips as his eyes search the shadows. Shifting quickly into defense mode, he leaves his paws atop the doe for the time being, almost hovering over the fresh kill. It's the slight rustle of brush that sends his own fur standing on end. Hattori's hushed tones have him coming to a stand, lurching fully over the doe now to protect what was theirs. "I'll follow your lead," Akito murmurs quietly though he knows that it's not necessary.