Qeya River because we are animals,

Imaq had already chewed and peeled back the skin along the neck and shoulder of the beast -- in an almost square shape that was comprised only of the left side of the ewe, given that they had no possibility of flipping Seelie's kill to get at the opposite side. It would need to be skinned and butchered in two halves, especially if no one else answered Imaq's summons. Then, she and Tzila might be able to grab its ribcage and turn it over. Along the beast's chest and across the place where its shoulder met its foreleg the shepherd worked the ewe's skin back tediously -- completely bypassing the task of skinning the sheep's limbs. It was a very difficult task to skin the legs of any creature, especially for a wolf (or dog).

She continued along the bighorn sheep's pale grey underbelly, stopping about halfway along since Tzila had claimed the other end of the hide to work on. From there, she would move to the top part of the slain sheep's neck and work halfway down her spine which was striped with a dark dorsal line. It was a long process, and a slow one, but she would help Tzila with the technique as needed -- since the dark warrior seemed a bit new to the process of curing hides -- and once they'd finished, tug the fresh skin free from the carcass and fold it to the best of her ability. Nosing it into a neater pile, Imaq would set that half of the pelt aside to drag back to the Caverns later.

Once the ewe had been half-skinned, it was time to begin butchering her. They'd have little luck dragging her back whole, heavy as the horned ungulate was. Imaq gestured to the exposed muscle of the meat. "We odlik. Cut for storing," the huntress explained, waving her snout over the sheep's neck -- at the place where it met the ewe's shoulder, as if her muzzle were a blade cutting through the muscle and bone. 

"Imaq's," the shaman claimed as she turned to point at the half-skin they had already removed. That was hers, for her den. 

"PiKalujak's. Tribe's," here, the she-dog pointed at the meat. This belonged to their people and would go to the caches. 

"Tzila's," the shepherd pointed lastly to the other part of the hide that they would need to remove once they'd finished butchering this half of the corpse. It seemed only fair that her packmate be given her fair share of the creature's pelt since she had come to help Imaq with the arduous task of transporting the meat back to Duskfire Glacier. "Imaq teach how to make soft. For bed. Or for trading," she promised with a dip of her cinnamon-dusted head. 

With that settled, or so she hoped, the wolfdog went to work gnawing and shredding her way through the exposed meat of the ewe's neck.