Breathing heavily behind his mask hache allowing himself to regain his composure that he lost so often when skinning his meat, the deer skin now on the tanning rack and the boars tossed to the side he looked to the smaller creatures, keeping the fish with there's on and the others already gutted his mouth watered with glee, it was always fin for him. Placing the small birds and rodents on snags by his fire place he left hoping the food would be ready soon. Now taking a stroll through the forest hache felt himself wondering about the other village, perhaps he should be killing them, setting traps or ambushing them, but it seemed wrong. Though he had always wanted to gut and skin a human like an animal but it was inhuman for that. His breathing had gone down to it's quiet self. It as always quiet and muffled by his mask.