anonymous
2011-01-01 23:33:13 UTC
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Bending willow and stretching greenwood out, she constructed a frame that stood like a tripod. Keihya took out a different thick knife and skinned the animal very quickly. Throwing the skin over the frame, a small tent was erected over the flames, protecting it from the winds
She was thankful for the small shelter she had come across, up further from the boulder she had seen a small hint of a cave, which save for a few spiders was thankfully unoccupied.
She sliced through sinew and fat, separating accordingly. Sinew could be used to make new boots, hers were wearing thin. She glanced up at her hide, which was steaming evenly. The hut continued to gather smoke. Keihya sliced the remaining good meat into thin, even strips and lay them within the hut frame to smoke them.
She then pulled out a small blackened metalic bowl, she had used this since she had learnt to make fire. Filling it with snow, she placed it in the flames and watched it boil into water. Cutting off the animals hooves and gathering the cartilage, she threw it into her cauldron and watched the mixture begin to simmer.
She stopped instantly and whipped around, she had caught wind of a strong musky stink, much like wet dog and blood. A soft crushing of snow behind her confirmed her fears and she left to her feet. A lone wolf, grey and grizzled. A female, with two pups hanging back in the shadows. The moon was thankfully out and full.
Without warning, the mother sprung and snarled, Keihya reacted and spun left, but in a second the mother was upon her back. Teeth sank down into the back of her neck and she screamed. Grabbing her life blade from her rabbit mitt, she cried out “Omnia!!!!” and plunged the knife into the eye of the beast. She howled with anger and reared back, but only for a second. In that second, Keihya grabbed her sling. The wolf was on her again, but this time she lifted her sling to catch the mothers mouth. She thrashed about and Keihya kicked her as hard as she could in the stomach. She felt the hot blood running down her neck, felt her ear, gone, her head was spinning.
Grabbing her knife, she flung herself upon the wolf and plunged her knife deeply into her side, whimpering, she lifted and stabbed again and again. Instead of draining the animal, she howled and foam gathered around her lips, teeth snapping at air but hoping for flesh. Using her knee against the wolf’s side, she kicked several times and landed on her back. Upon her again, the wolfs frothy jowls snapped inches in front of Keihya’s face. She screamed back at the animal and with a swift punch landed two blows on her snout. Snarling and growling, the wolf trotted back for a second, stunned. Wasting not a moment, Keihya leapt upon her side and plunged her tiny shunt into her side, warm steaming blood running down her mitts and forearm, matting the fur of her coat. She stabbed and stabbed, until no more life remained in the animal.
Muttering with her eyes closed, she tried to remember the proper ritual for killing an animal that tries to kill you. It was supposed to be done amongst an elder, but her Mikra had told her once. Muttering further inaudible murmers, she spred out some water on the fur, and immediately went to work on removing the animals skin. She could not eat it, as it was poison. She remembered the pups in the woods, and bowed her head and said a further prayer, for protection to her kin.