Brank
The animal slowly turns on its back..
"Perfekt, thanks."
He then begins gutting it, starting at its lower abdomen, cutting along the belly line to the throat, then separating the skin from the muscles below. He then starts cutting out the pluck, slowly pushing it outwards until it all falls out.
"Perfect, zhats Part one done."
He then proceeds to skin the animal with a few well placed cuts and cuts off the saber teeth as trophies, also slicing off a few good steaks of meat.
"Alright. This will last us a good few days, so we wont have to worry about meat anytime soon."
Hans rolls the skin into a bundle, fastening it to his backpack, and putting the meat into a few containers in his backpack. The teeth he ties to his belt.
"The smell of death and blood will lure other predators here. We better get a move on, come on."
