The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin was atill leery of the oddly colored deer, but he was willing to give them a chance should they provide a decent enough meal for his yurt.

And possibly an interesting pelt for leathercrafting.

Though at the moment, his chief concern lie in his hunting companion's ability to stomach the activity. "Are you ready?"

[For said companion!]

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[tigerundercover]

Raven beefed right up.

"Not a problem."

[dwarvenswagger]

"That is..." Something. Thorin shook his head, wrapping rope around the deer's hind legs before tossing the other end over a tree branch for leverage in keeping it upright.

"Did you hope to learn this for yourself?"

[tigerundercover]

Raven shrugged. "Mostly it just sounded like an interesting way to spend an afternoon," she said, grabbing the other end of the rope and easily hauling the deer up into the air. "Though I've had to live on my own before, so knowing how to get my own meat without stealing it wouldn't be terrible."

[dwarvenswagger]

"It seems to be a skill lost for many here," Thorin agreed. "Not even I am expy from learning skills."

And he totes had servants for this.

[tigerundercover]

"Well, it's easy enough to walk into town and buy meat if you want to," Raven said. "So a lot of people never even need to learn."

[dwarvenswagger]

"A strange land indeed," Thorin said with a sigh. He pulled a knife from a sheath at his belt to begin slicing open the poor teal Bambi.