Clean of the morning hunt, Astor sat on the edge of his bed with a thick quilt over his shoulders, fighting the mild shock of his frigid shower as he planned out his day.

[color=#ffe100][i]First thing’s first; I’ve got to drag those carcasses to the mayor’s office to collect their bounties. After that, I’ll get to work skinning ‘em, then see if I can get started on a marinade strong enough to work with their scent, and if so, get started on that. Maybe talk with someone before I give it a try. If Michelle’s free, maybe she’ll be willing to make sure I don’t keel over right away.[/i][/color]

As he consciously went over his to-do list, Astor shrugged off the quilt and walked over to the door, stepped into a clean pair of boots, and grabbed a light jacket from the rack by the door.

Again, Astor found the process of hauling the carcasses to be much less strenuous thanks to the relatively smooth streets and paths that led to the home of the mayoral councilor who’d posted the bounty in the first place. Dealing with the woman was easy enough as well, and she quickly filled out an entry in her ledger that reflected the nature of Astor’s visit. After she had finished with that, she promised that a notice of credit would be drafted in his name, which he could bring to a farmer or a woodsman in exchange for goods (as those two professions were in the most distinct danger of wolf attacks, aside from the hunters themselves).

Thanking the councilor for her time, Astor turned around and dragged the carcasses towards The Damn Pub. Again.

Once he had reached the pub once more, the hunter began to arrange his tools for the task of butchering the wolves. He doubted any reputable butchers within the settlement would willingly risk contaminating their shops, so he had to make due with his own survival kit.

Ropes were used to bind the wolves in spread out areangements on a wooden rack, and he made quick work of gutting them. The smell of their organs was as foul as he’d suspected - the consequence of an entirely carnivorous diet, he’d once read - and he quickly disposed of the viscera in a bucket, where they would be stored and eventually used as more bait.

Skinning was a bit tough. The wolves, despite their size, were fairly bony, and it was hard to find a good pattern with his knife that didn’t inevitably run up against bone and halt his progress.

Nonetheless, Astor persisted. He eventually had a pair of decent pelts laid out next to the carcasses, and he figured a craftsperson would have an easy enough time turning them into useful attire (or, in Lee’s case, a rug).

[color=#ffe100]“Well, now that the easy part’s over... I guess it’s time to see if I can stomach eating some of these greasy cuts.”[/color] He said, washing his hands in a basin as he readied his knife yet again.