The boy spoke in an odd way and Coran guessed that his name must be Redrum. A curious name but Coran wasn't going to judge. The boy explained that he was practicing fishing. "Ahhh, yes, fishing is very tricky. I'm not very good at it either. My name is Coran by the way. Are you from around these parts?" He could smell some sort of pack scent on the boy but he wasn't quite sure which pack it belonged to. As far as he knew these lands were unclaimed but if there was a pack nearby he wanted to be careful to keep out of its way.
Seizing hold of one side of the seam that he had made Coran started to carefully pull the flesh back from the meat. He paused at several points stick his muzzle back under the hide and work a few sticking points free. It was slow work but he was patient. There was no need to rush just yet with another month or so of fall left. Coran lifted his head and sneezed for a moment as blood squirted up his nose. "Goodness! Excuse me."
Cooperative