Anatoliy was used to cooking all of his food, more or less. It was just that so many various ways to cook and season food existed. But raw was good too; kind of an old traditional way to eat things, even if the family in Russia cooked in a more traditional Russian way. The Russo could offer his skills to the group, but was doubtful they would all cook the entire doe. Most likely they would find a way to divide it and take it home individually. Well, wherever the meat went, the recipients were going to be very happy and very full from a very fit, young doe.
Sitting on his haunches, the Russo licked at his lips, tasting blood flecked all over his muzzle. "I say zhat ve split it up among us. Or zhat ve cook it now, eat our fill, and divide zhe remains for our families or for ourselves, vhat have you." That was the best that he could offer. Really, nothing else happened to cross his mind in the least.
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