A knife was drawn, making Hadley flinch before he realized it was being held out to him by blade, the handle pointed in his direction. Sheepishly he grinned, accepting the knife. That would make his task much easier. Thanks. Taking the knife he roughly began to tug it over the skin, working on removing it so that the meat could be gotten to without the pain of having to fight through fur and skin. Occasionally the knife slipped, tearing a large part of the skin and effectively making it useless for anything larger than a bag.
Asked about his pack Hadley paused in his work, only now noticing the outstretched hand. He ducked down, realizing Levent had probably wanted to do the skinning himself, not offering a tool for Hadley to do so. Um...it's for warriors...lots of fighters...they're big...strong leader...want to help others... Hadley had never really been involved in the pack to a large extent, more occupied with the fear that gripped him whenever dealing with someone new than actually learning the ins and outs of the pack that he lived in.
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