skoll. lestan put that aside, wondering now if the young wolf was a dispersal or a lost one, if kirain had found him wandering or if the boy had discovered camhanaich on his own. no matter. he learned swiftly and the toische bobbed his head with approval and encouragement to see the work done. good! g-good! not t-too fast, he warned again, preemptively, having torn many skins on his own by simply rushing.
with time, the hide sloughed down the still limbs. it lay puddled about the sharp still hooves, blood oozing down from all places where the tissue had been torn. lestan demonstrated how to make small rips, pulling pelt over stag-foot and ultimately separating deerhide from body.
magnifique, lestan muttered to himself and to skoll, tail waving furiously. do you know w-what comes next? and, unable to help his own excitement, the man pranced toward the head of the downed creature and its round shoulder, inspecting to see if the antlers could be removed or if it was futile at this point in the season.