Jack went back to his tent and looked over seeing Pete's wolf now dead and he couldn't help but chuckle, he didn't know why he tried to tame the ugly thing anyway's. Looking down at his own kill he looked at the fur and ran his hand across it, "This will make a nice blanket." he said and then remembered the other 2 wolves he had killed and walking out he pulled the dead bodies over but leaving the last one he had killed out of spite, dragging the wolves into his tent he pulled his knife out and started to begin the long process of skinning them liking the feel of their fur. Once he finished one he tossed the skinless body out of the tent and began on the next.