Hoshor Plains I hope that I am just like you

The woman nodded solemnly. It was but a wee cut, nothing to worry about should it stay clean. She'd spit some herbs on it at home the way she was taught, and leave it at that. She just hoped it wouldn't scar... Just a little... Lightheaded around blood. She chuckled. I really am a lousy pick for a hunter, hm? She joked lightly.

The fae did as instructed, positioning herself at the front of the body and grabbing a leg. Was this really going to work? Well, there was no time to doubt. On thwee - wone, two, THWEE! She counted down with her mouth stuffed full with goat. She gave a good yank on her side, pulling with all her might (which wasn't much, let's be honest here). Wren had been right - slowly but surely, the softer bits of the goat split open graphically and the snow was stained with blood and guts in a matter of seconds. How gross...