Coran was greeted with a cool and misty morning as a gentle fog rolled into the moor. He'd been up bright and early, eager to get a little hunting done and to settle into some sort of routine now that he was back in his birth lands. He'd managed to slay a young and sickly doe and after eating his fill he set about freeing the scapula, seeking to work it into a scrapper he could use on the hide. He swatted a crow out of the way, coaxing it down to the open would in the belly where he'd eaten his own fill.
Coran cut the flesh around the left wrist and peeled the hide back up the arm and over the left shoulder. Once he had it there he started digging into the meat, finishing his breakfast by eating away the muscle from the scapula.
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