Honeyed Pasture the world is already on my side

"Oh," he said, still faintly puzzled. He looked down at the spotted pelt and thought he might see a strange sort of appeal. It was not a gift that Grayday would have thought of or appreciated, but it took all kinds to make the world. Besides, he was rather more interested in this Chosen One - somehow, Szymon hadn't seemed the type. Was he trying to get a girl or trying to keep one? One that likes baby skin? "More power to you," he settled on, offering a grin and a wag of his tail.

The legs came off, first, and then Day opened the belly as neatly as he could. It was a strange experience, and to be honest, it made him feel kind of bad for the little fawn. But he still didn't mind helping Szymon, who seemed to be a good sort, if not strange and a little rough. The fawn wouldn't care what happened to its body, anyway.

Nosing the heart toward the other male - he'd made the kill, after all - Day looked speculatively at the torn and bloodied neck, wondering if Szymon wanted any of that to go with the pelt. He hoped not - looking at the head made him feel sort of sad. Poor kid.

"What next?" he asked, genuinely stumped. If only he were a raccoon. Hands might be nice right now - a sharp rock. They'd have to tear the hide off of this thing, and that would be quite the fete. "Maybe if I held it down and you pulled," he suggested after a moment of consideration. The other way around might work as well, but Day didn't fancy ripping the skin off this creature anymore than he faniced dragging the pelt home to Krypton.