Two Rivers Isle i aint never seen so many long faces

"a homesteader, then," colt said, grunting anew as he set the weighty reptile down. many moons. she spoke like someone offland, but then again, he'd been all over. no judgement. only a deepening curiosity.
the head.
colt cleared his throat, looked once at iseul, and then went to work sawing through the thick hide and muscle.
he did a decent enough job, though quite ragged around the left side. and he spat blood into the dirt. "well? what's yer judgement?" his eyes shone.