19 Fall, 515 AV
Endrykas
Endrykas
Dravite turned up quietly and moved to sit at the end of one of the tables without making a fuss. He stalked in with a bobcat, carrying the animal by its hind legs; he set it down on the table respectfully and took a seat without looking anyone in the eye. The man seemed somewhat reserved today, or at least not quite his usual, outgoing self. He eyed the selection of tools presented to the group, and unsure on the use of any of them, he took his hunting knife from its keep on his belt and set to work, starting on the legs as he had overheard the instructor direct one of the groups to.
The watchman cut around the pad of the foot and slowly traced up the length of the leg, careful not to let his knife slip and press too hard that it might cut into the tender flesh between the bones in the legs and cause him to cut himself or ruin the pelt. Up to the armpit he guided the end of his knife before following the next instruction; pull away as much of the pelt as you can with your hands in order to minimise knife work and the chance of dotting the hide with unnecessary holes. He dug his fingers in under the skin which was a lot firmer than the rabbit he had almost been forced to show up with before finding something a little better to take down.
The bobcat skin came away a lot easier than he had first imagined, and where he might have usually used his knife, he now saw advantages in using his hands and fingers to do the work. Working the toes of the animal free from the pelt proved difficult and was usually a step the horse lord liked to skip, opting to cut the feet off completely. He tried to wiggle one of the toes free, eventually settling for using his knife again to attack the area as best he could without cutting the small digit away. Eventually he managed to get one loose, though he seemed to have made a right mess of it. The instructor came round to give the person next to him a few handy tips on how to do what he was attempting more efficiently and Dravite, without drawing any attention, watched and learned.
He felt the instructor trying to make eye contact with him but was not in the mood to indulge the man, and so he moved on, speaking up a little as he seemed to gage Dravite's interest, even if he could not win any official form of acknowledgment.
"Cut on both sides, that's right, gently does it; now hold the claw and work the small bone free, make sure you don't push your blade in too far, the points should come away easily."
The watchman did just as he had overheard, inserting the point of his hunting knife either side of the toe before moving the stubborn bone back and forth until it finally gave way and slipped from its keep, leaving the claw intact. Dravite wondered if there was an easier way; that perhaps starting with the feet wasn't the only trick to mastering the first step in the tanning process. He set the skinned leg down against the table, made sure the pelt was clear and then cut the bone at the joint where his blade went through easier than it might half way up the leg and tried to work the foot free this way, peeling the fleshy toes of the animal away from its skeleton. Determined to keep up with the rest of the class, he repeated this process on all four feet before awaiting the next instruction.
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