Qeya River because we are animals,

With bright eyes like the moon, Tzila observed Imaq with a keen sharpness. She memorized her movements and patterns. Beyond her control, she was drawn in deeper to the intricate level of detail this somewhat carnal art entailed. She proceeded to resume her own progress, mimicking the wolf/dog hybrid. Pausing periodically to be sure her technique was right. As her  appointed mentor had done, she left the hide intact around the legs of the sheep.

After they had parted the skin down the spine of the animal, dividing it into their respected halves, Tzila nosed her portion aside. But first, she looked up to address Imaq. Dipping her chin in a nod, she expressed her agreement. "This meat will go a long way in providing for us all." Before they started the butchering process, the dark woman circled around to join Imaq at her side. Wordless and silent. Her eyes firm but full of meaning. Then, she pushed her nose against a milky white and caramel cheek in a surprising but brief gesture of warmth. "Yes, thank you. I would...like that very much." 

Placing a paw against the body of the ewe again, she stabilized it while Imaq sawed through the neck. She considered the meat thoughtfully. "We should preserve the heart and liver. They are highly prized. Perhaps...letting them dry and harden, we will get more use out of them. We should not waste the bones, either. The marrow is rich in fat and nutrients."