Trouble brewing

No, it isn’t. Alaric’s response is simple- devoid of any additional information, but an answer nonetheless. Rhazien rumbles in acknowledgment, consuming himself in his work for the time being. Slowly and methodically, he uses the blade to slice through the underbelly of the tiger- like an anatomist performing an autopsy. And once he has the midsection separated, he begins the process of pulling the hide from the muscle, without creating too much of a bloody mess. He wanted to preserve the pelt the best he could; it was a gift for his dearest Kaino, after all.

Working in tandem, Alaric removed the fangs he desired- collecting them in a bloody pile, before turning back to Rhazien. He can’t help but laugh at his comment- the sound resonating from inside of his chest, bubbling through gaping jaws. “Unless you intend to tan this hide-“ He smirks at the male, holding the blade tightly between his teeth. The metal shimmered in the sunlight, blood dripping from the sharpened tip. “We’re done here.” He says, not necessarily dismissing the male, but not asking him to hang around either.  

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