Killing the snake had been a necessity, if not now, then later. Jael wouldn't be letting them get her eventual chickens, rabbits, goats-- none of them. Not on her watch. Worrying Gil... maybe she felt a little worse about that than she anticipated. She wasn't made of glass, but Jael knows that she's not quite as recovered as she maybe thinks she is. Though it had been a couple days, she was still sore. The wounds were clean and healing well, and processing the massive carcass was more than enough to keep her busy for now. Skinning, fleshing, and stretching the hide had taken up her day yesterday.
Now she stood before the beast, sizing it up, borrowed knife clutched firmly in hand. Someone had been kind enough to strip the usable meat, so now she was left to process the rest. The beast's head would be first up, and Jael couldn't help but wonder about the trade value. At least the teeth, sure, but the skull too maybe? What were the markets like on the mainland? Opalescent eyes glimmering in the afternoon sunlight, Jael settled to work on her project. Carefully stripping away the skin first, then the flesh. Peeling, pulling, and poking away as she began to clean the skull.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
