Skoll approaches slowly, eyes carefully trained on the bleeding stag as he moves. Will Lestan be teaching Skoll how to cache the stag? His curiosity beats out the strange feeling of seeing something so large be dead.

"I'm Skoll." He replies.

So this is Kirain's mate. They seem to suit each other well enough, Skoll thinks. Not that he knows either of them particularly well.

He nods quickly at the directions. Pull firmly and slowly. Will this pelt be added to their collection if Skoll does well enough, or is it too cold for tanning? His tongue swipes over his nose nervously.

He plants his teeth into the spot directed by Lestan and starts pulling slowly. The sound of tearing sounds out in his ears, but Skoll does not let go.