Honeyed Pasture the world is already on my side

At first, Day thought he was gesturing to the entirety of the kill - which would not have made him to happy, he supposed, but there was no harm in letting the other wolf take it. Day had eaten a sizeable portion, and perhaps Szymon had more mouths waiting back... wherever he was going. Still, the realization that he was talking about the pelt relieved quite a bit of irritation.

"Huh," he said to himself, circling once around the kill. Why would anyone want the pelt? It was the only useless part of the whole thing - and, being a sensible wolf, Day had never tried to take the pelt off in one piece. Usually, he just tore off chunks and either spat out what he didn't want - or paid for it later. "I guess we could try opening up the belly... and we'll have to take off the rest of the legs."

Doable, he decided, looking back to Szymon with a short twitch of his tail. "But why do you want it?"