Killing the porcupine turned out to be the easier part of the hunt. Skinning it to get to the meat (which Enthere wasn't sure would be good or not, but her nose told her it was) was messy in many ways. Enthere shifted forms and sat cross-legged on the stony ground, staring at the dead animal. Her blueish eyes worked over the body, her mind trying to decide the best way to go about it. She had refrained from eating it in her animal form, wanting to avoid the spines as much as possible. She could cut and skin the creature like a rabbit: taking the quills and skin off together. Or she could pluck it like a bird: quills first, then skin.
Common sense and instinct told her to choose the former, so she set about her task. Skinning and cleaning the porcupine. This was made more difficult by the fact that she didn't have any sort of knife or tool to aid her, she had to search until she found a stone sharp enough to break the porcupines thick skin. Even then the quills pricked her hands and the stone cut an uneven line down the creatures belly, hindering her progress. By the time the job was finished it was late afternoon, and Enthere was ravished. Menial work wasn't her forte. She would have stayed and camped on the mountain, it wouldn't have been the first time a hunt had drawn her far from her base of operations, but she always felt bad when she left Friend overnight. She knew he would be safe with her near, and she felt obligated to protect him from the many dangers of living outside of civilization.
Enthere changed back to her Cougar shape, which was faster in the rocky mountains, even when she had tender paws. She scarfed the porcupine meat, separating flesh from bone with the efficiency of a true predator.
Then it was back down the mountain, following wispy goat and deer trails, her keen eyes watching the evening shadows and picking out familiar landscapes. It was late evening when she made it back to camp. The sun turned in for the night, but the dark not completely covering the mountains. Enthere, as always, shifted back to her human form a few minutes from camp. Carefully picking her way through the woods to her home. She stopped when she could see Friends outline, dark against the darker foliage. She watched for a few moments, waiting to see if anything was amiss. She sniffed the air, but all was as she'd left it. She stole across the clearing to check on Friend, then back to her tent to sleep. For once the horse didn't wake when he sensed her, leaving the Kelvic completely unnoticed in the dark. her keen eyes |