Trees were swaying against the wind as Leo, despite Matthew's exasperated groans, busied himself with skinning the recently defeated Thornhart, a deer-like creature with curved bone antlers and fur that shimmered like pine-needled velvet. Blood still darkened its belly, and its sharp hooves twitched slightly in postmortem spasms.
"I told you I can do it!" Matthew snapped, sitting cross-legged with his arms crossed and a visible frown stitched across his face.
Leo looked over his shoulder, skinning knife in hand, his black curls tousled and his hands slick with effort. "Let me do it" he replied simply, "You already hunt it, the least I can do is skin it"
"Alright, but don't you dare faint while skinning my prey" Matthew muttered.
