Ararararararar!? Uhhh, have her get twigs and crap and set them on fire. She can haz matches!?!? (397)
The silver-furred canine had not attempted hunting with Vieira aside from teaching her to fish when she had first arrived, and she refrained from commenting on the tawny-furred canine's meager provisional skills, instead pretending to know what the hell she was looking at or supposed to do. She was at a loss with medicinal things, the most she had done was to soak in salt water or apply the healing salve Naniko had provided her with. She drew back and looked to the jar on her shelf, seeing it was just smeared with a little bit of the junk, hardly even enough for the wound. Frowning, her golden-yellow eye flicked back toward Gabriel as he spoke once more, hesitating for a moment before she spoke. “Astaroth was not good to her. She has not known kindness before Inferni,” the hybrid admitted in a low voice, her ears folding back. She had not discussed the origins of the other canine with anyone in so blunt and truthful a manner, and the hybrid held her breath a moment. “I don't know how she made it all the way up here on her own,” the coyote woman added, glancing toward the other younger woman.
It felt like gossip to the iron-furred woman, and her sable ears were folded back, her golden eye slitted as she picked up the knife, hacking at the kill heartlessly. There was an overwhelming sense of guilt about what she herself had perpetrated against Vieira, but she would not speak of it again. The tawny-furred girl had been here many months, and beyond that one incidence of terrible violence and violation the cloud-furred canine had been good to her. Her one-eyed gaze drifted back toward the entrance of the cave, pulling the deer's leg straight out, descending on the shoulder with her teeth to cleanly cut through the tough muscle and snap through the bone. She stood up and pulled the leg clear of the corpse with a twisting, yanking motion. Using claws and hands she stripped the meat from it and set it back on top of the corpse of the deer until she had cleared all off the leg, heading out toward Vieira to get these first pieces started. Whatever they didn't prepare now could be shared or stored; it wasn't Kae's kill to decide what to do with what was not eaten today.
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