“You’re going to get bit by the fire again.” The pale mare snorted a little at the Khajiit’s warning, nibbling at the grass near the rocks surrounding the campfire. Its orange glow lit her side up in harsh contrast as she slowly, casually walked around the ring of stones, tail swishing in the darkness behind her flank as she browsed the small, new blades poking up from the soil.
J’hasi smiled, shaking his head a little as he turned back to cutting, peeling back the hide of the deer he had brought down earlier that evening, brief strokes of a blade exposing the meat of the buck’s hind leg. A few cuts, some twisting, and a final wrench on the limb had it popping out of socket. He picked a few hairs off, cutting a small piece to snack on, further pieces laid on the heated rocks next to the fire to cook. Ghost lifted her head up, ears flicking for a few moments before she turned to look at the Khajiit and the carcass he was working on.
“…I gotta eat too. Don’t give me that look.” he muttered. She’d been avoiding him since she caught the scent of blood on him. It was natural, but it still bugged him a little. He prodded at one of the smaller pieces with his knife, hearing it hiss as it cooked, the smell making him hungry.
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