10-14-2011, 12:33 AM
Alma shrugged at the bone-wearing coyote's words, not bothering to look in his direction while she was still focused on cutting the hooves off. "Sure." The first hoof came off, and she immediately started on the second.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed the orange coyote holding something up. She stopped just a moment to stare at the book and the unrecognizable script. Unfortunately, Alma couldn't read. Her parents had never taught her that skill, and no one else in her originating pack knew how. Perhaps her father might have known and taught her, if he hadn't disappeared. She nodded, not quite sure what to do, then turned back to the dead goat and plied the second hoof off.
The other male, fortunately, knew how to read. From his words she guessed that 'Sacha' was the orange coyote. At least, she hoped it was. It would be very embarrassing if it was the deer's name… Would he have a name?, the coywolf pondered as the third hoof came apart. She knew wolves sometimes named their horses, and it was being used like a horse.
What do you need only the hooves for?
"Crushed and melted, they make things stick together. Good for bows or putting pieces of wood together." She could use the sinew and the skin too, but Alma would be hunting frequently while she waited for the wood she'd gathered to season. She couldn't eat everything she caught, and didn't want to be wasteful.
She gave a small smile as the last hoof came off. "I am Alma, by the way."
Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed the orange coyote holding something up. She stopped just a moment to stare at the book and the unrecognizable script. Unfortunately, Alma couldn't read. Her parents had never taught her that skill, and no one else in her originating pack knew how. Perhaps her father might have known and taught her, if he hadn't disappeared. She nodded, not quite sure what to do, then turned back to the dead goat and plied the second hoof off.
The other male, fortunately, knew how to read. From his words she guessed that 'Sacha' was the orange coyote. At least, she hoped it was. It would be very embarrassing if it was the deer's name… Would he have a name?, the coywolf pondered as the third hoof came apart. She knew wolves sometimes named their horses, and it was being used like a horse.
What do you need only the hooves for?
"Crushed and melted, they make things stick together. Good for bows or putting pieces of wood together." She could use the sinew and the skin too, but Alma would be hunting frequently while she waited for the wood she'd gathered to season. She couldn't eat everything she caught, and didn't want to be wasteful.
She gave a small smile as the last hoof came off. "I am Alma, by the way."