Ouroboros Spine I'm flying like a bird to you now

Reaching down, Raimo crunched through the damaged vertebrae of the neck and sufficiently severed the head from the body. He pulled the bulk away hastily before the blood could spill too much — tried to, anyway. A smear of red painted across the snow. He licked his lips as he raised his head, tasting the sour notes of fox blood. The older of the women caught his eye; she seemed appreciative of his presence today, which was a good sign.

Hastily Raimo packed snow against the shredded neck wound and waited for the cold to slow the leaking of blood. He craned his neck to grab for the fox and hoisted it up by the shoulders, almost like has carrying a newborn using the loose skin there. It was still warm. He brought this closer to where Kukutux waited and then unceremoniously dropped it nearby.

For you. The meat is not as rich as venison but better not to waste it. Perhaps the fur can be stripped clean. Raimo wondered if this would be held against him too, or levied in an attempt to pay him for his services. Their barter was not yet complete. I could try to strip it myself, if you have other plans for the day.