Phoenix Maplewood I know the bowline, sheepshank, and the double overhand

It was a frenzy. The deer crashed to the ground in a heavy heap, but had yet to die. Saena began to tear into the ungulate as it desperately clung to life and Reek followed suit. Holding off would only be postponing the inevitable. He took his place beside his wife and began to dig in. He tore away at skin and sinew with a rabid fervor and the caracas snapped and popped with every bite.

Eventually, he had his fill. He turned to the subordinates, nodded, and put a few yards space between himself and the corpse. Once they had their fill, he would quarter the meat, and scavenge the remains for the coyote pups. If he brought them in now, there would be hell to pay at the paws of his wife— he was sure.