02-05-2021, 02:36:53 AM
Her quip ignored, Cathy took her time hanging the deer carcass in order to skin and butcher it, slinging off her backpack in order to extract a curved hunting knife. Carefully, she skinned the animal, leaving the hide intact so she could dry it and tan it into leather. Deer hide was valuable these days, as it was warm and waterproof when treated correctly. Absentmindedly, Cathy thought about what she would turn it into: a jacket? Shoes? Possibly even a new backpack, as hers was prone to getting its contents wet when snow melted off of it.
Cathy stretched, back cracking audibly, and stuck her knife into the hard ground. The fire in the stove was dying down, so she opened it and threw a pair of logs in, watching as they started to become consumed. Returning to her work, she butchered the deer, wrapping the meat in waxed cloth so she could freeze it later.
By the time she was done, she noticed the small shed was packed with people, and her stomach dropped. She couldn't hide her meat stores when people knew it existed.
Cathy stretched, back cracking audibly, and stuck her knife into the hard ground. The fire in the stove was dying down, so she opened it and threw a pair of logs in, watching as they started to become consumed. Returning to her work, she butchered the deer, wrapping the meat in waxed cloth so she could freeze it later.
By the time she was done, she noticed the small shed was packed with people, and her stomach dropped. She couldn't hide her meat stores when people knew it existed.