Redtail Rise Oh, she takes care of herself

He obeyed her wishes, and sat back so that she could strip the feline of its pelt. Still warm and limp, the cat was manageable now, though Lilia was unpracticed and her handiwork was rough at best. She clipped through the skin where she could, and tugged at it so that she could remove at least the majority the spotted pelt that covered its back and sides, leaving the legs, neck and tail as they were. In the pelt she left punctures and holes where she tugged a bit too firmly, but she was not at all bothered by the jaggedness of the pelt she was left with. 

This was just the first of many. She could hone her skill with time- even if this one rotted away in her den from having not been stripped of the lingering fats and oils, it was a token of her success. She would bear the marks on her shoulders beneath her own fur- those would be a more permanent trophy. 

As promised, when she finished she relinquished the stiffening corpse to Augur. The taste of its blood was less pleasant than that of prey game, but she felt satisfied having tasted it nonetheless.