As she was using fresh sinew rather than dried Coran skipped the step of needing to soak them in water. This was easier to him as he could more effectively peel the sheath off the tendons though they would still need to dry. When he came across a few stiffer areas he picked up a stone and dropped it on the tendon sheath to weaken it before he went back to peeling with his teeth. Naturally the tendons wanted to stick to the sheath. He put a paw down on one end and worked to scrape the sheath off so he'd have just the tendons to dry. He moved back and forth from the backstrap, which had made an exceptional lunch, to the ankle tendons.
He listened to the birds chirping and singing as he worked and hadn't quite realized what the magpies cries meant until his sister Amorielle appeared through the grasses. He leapt up in surprise and joy. Tá sé chomh maith tú a fheiceáil! Cén chaoi a bhfuil tú?