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Isidore stared down at Octavia, standing at his feet. He raised his sword up and swung down.

[i]Shnnk.[/i]

The hind leg of the boar was severed from the rest of its body and struck the snowy ground softly. There would be a time to dispose of the creature, but not tonight. He stepped around Octavia, leaving the puppy to enjoy her meal. Augusta and Nick, thankfully, had gotten a fire started, even if there didn't look to be any shelter in place, nor a stockpile of wood to keep the fire burning through the night. Isidore let out a breath, watched it rise into the sky. More things to deal with, later.

He sat down, cross-legged. He did not acknowledge his injuries, and focused only on cleaning up the boar as best as he could. The fur came first, pulling at the parts already flayed by wind, cutting into it from the side to separate it from the meat. The organs went next. His sword was sharp enough to disembowel the corpse, and though it was a curious sensation, digging through the still-warm, still-bloody organs of a dead animal, it wasn't too unpleasant. Nothing like watching a body dissolve in a chemical bath. Nothing like the stench of smoke and body odor in an unventilated basement. He pulled them out, cut them out, and laid them out on the snow. They steamed there, rancid but appetizing. It was nice, that all four-legged beasts were fairly similar, from big pigs to little rats.

Some time after his work began, Isidore spoke up.

[b]"There's humans south, beyond the mountains. In the mountains, there are 'those of Shadow' and 'Mountain Folk'. Non-human, but possibly hospitable."[/b] He furrowed his brow. A sword was good for slicing flesh, but less good for the fine work of butchery. With a grunt, Isidore cracked the front legs out of their joints, ignoring the pain that flared up from the cuts on his shoulder and neck. [b]"There's a deer that owns the forest. We can stay the night, but Octavia can not be let into the forest."[/b] The fire was warm, but it looked insufficient for cooking. He started regardless, setting a leg on the ashen coals. [b]"Should gather more wood."[/b]

Or cut down a tree. Would that invoke that deer's wrath again?